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sneezefiction · 4 years ago

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of night owls & early birds

Kuroo x Reader

desc: Kuroo, your roommate and longtime best friend, likes you but he really dislikes your sleep schedule. alternatively, your crush gets up way too early and you “suffer the consequences.”

a/n: the irony of working on this fic at 5 am doesn’t escape me… but it also hasn’t assuaged my awful sleep patterns. i hope you enjoy!!

warnings: school/general anxiety, crass/offbeat humor (jokes about planning your own funeral), idk if you’re scared of love don’t read this - it’s very fluffy.

wc: 3.6k

--- You’re screwed, you think, as a light flickers on just outside of your room. It illuminates the carpet underneath your doorway with a warm orange tint.

And though it shouldn’t make your heart jump into your throat, it does.

You’d promised, swore to Kuroo, that you’d be asleep by 2 am - and to him, even that was a stretch. But he should count himself lucky that you’d even agreed to his demands at all.

After all, he is well-versed in the world of night owls.

Kenma, though maybe not your kindred spirit, shares at least a couple of qualities with you. Kuroo likes refer to these “qualities” as crimes.

One of these crimes (and quite possibly Kuroo’s least favorite) is your god-awful sleep schedule. And you’re a repeated offender.

There was only so much nagging and bickering you could take before you’d cracked and told exactly him what he wanted to hear. In a flurry of words, you’d agreed to turn off your laptop, close up your textbooks and actually put your head to a pillow.

You also may have been bribed.

To sweeten this deal, Kuroo had promised to buy you pizza this upcoming Friday, given that you actually did get some rest.

But as you reluctantly lift your phone, the glass screen glowing a little too brightly, you realize that it’s already 5:30 am.

You grimace.

It’s Tuesday morning. Meaning that the repetitive beeping across the hall is Kuroo’s alarm.

Your lips press into a firm line. Most birds don’t even get up at such a godless hour.

You can’t help but wonder what it’s like to have a functional morning routine. Or a morning routine at all.

Leaning back in your plastic desk chair, you squeeze your eyes shut.

It stings.

You probably got so caught up staring at the blob-like words on your computer screen that, somewhere in the process, your body had forgotten how to blink.

And while the tension in your neck and shoulders is painful, it’s nothing in comparison to the festering guilt of not listening to your longtime best friend and now roommate (a suspiciously well-intentioned college boy who had somehow managed to win your heart over the course of this fall semester.)

Thinking back, working on your final English assignment at midnight wasn’t the brightest of ideas. It wasn’t even due for another week. But as due dates loomed, the impending fear of a bad grade had begun to burrow deeply within you.

If you could just pump the brakes on deadline anxiety, you wouldn’t feel so pressured to type incoherent sentences at odd and empty hours of the night.

And maybe Kuroo wouldn’t feel the need to coerce you into a firmer sleep schedule. Though you do find this caring habit of his to be inexplicably endearing.

Thus, the prickling feeling continues to infiltrate your restless mind and the brewing concoction of anxiety and guilt in your tummy makes you feel uneasy.

But before you can sneak into bed and tuck yourself inconspicuously under the covers, you hear a floorboard creak.

As if on instinct, you hold in a breath.

Kuroo isn’t one to forget about little promises. Of course, he’d want to know if you’d made good on your side of the deal.

Gently, you close your laptop and swivel your chair to face the door. You still your movements, keeping your body taut against the back of your chair.

More soft steps fall just outside of your room.

Your eyes can’t pick a place to land, so they choose to wander. And with a quick scan of your room, it doesn’t take you long to realize that your bedside lamp had been left on - an instant giveaway.

You begin planning for your funeral.

However, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t go out this way. You prepare yourself for death by interrogation or shame-induced coma.

Regrettably, neither options seem very interesting to you. If you ask politely, maybe your friends will engrave a portion of an epic poem into your gravestone just to make your passing seem more sophisticated. Yeah, that sounds nice and pretentious.

Okay, you might be overdramatizing things - Kuroo would never send you to your grave. But that doesn’t change the fact that your psyche likes to play tricks on you in the wee hours of the morning and that the eerie quality of the atmosphere somehow reminds you of a cemetery.

As you sort through who-gets-what on your will, there’s a not so sudden knock on your door. The soft tap makes your heart skip for two reasons:

The first being that you still haven’t gotten used to the fluttering in your chest from him being present all the time. Developing a crush on him (and suspecting feeling on his side) had made you a little jumpier over the past few months.

And the second had to do with the fact that you were actually going to have to talk to him about this. To apologize for being a bold-faced liar. It wasn’t clear to you whether you’d be teased or reprimanded. And honestly? You’re not sure which option would feel worse.

So you take a breath and steel yourself.

“Y/n?” A gravelly voice sounds from outside your room.

It’s tainted with sleep. You shiver.

There’s a preemptive sigh, “C’mon y/n, your light is on. I know you’re awake.”

You’ve been caught, so there’s no point in prolonging it.

“...You can come in.” You reply meekly, clenching and unclenching your fists.

The door cracks open.

That soft orange hall light floods into your room and directly into your eyes. With a squint, you try to fully visualize Kuroo. He’s positioned himself so that he’s leaning in your doorway with his arms crossed.

Before coming to grips with the situation, you scan the boy up and down. Amusingly, you realize that he has to duck his head just to fit underneath the door header - he really is tall. You have to wonder if he’ll ever stop growing.

Aside from his intensified bedhead (which doesn’t shock you) and the sleepiness in his eyes, he looks normal. But you must look positively spooked, because the moment he sees you, there’s a flicker of humor in his golden eyes… and an almost invisible smirk.

At least he isn’t angry. That fact alone allows you to let out the breath you’ve been holding in. Anger isn’t really a trait you’d ascribe to him anyway.

“It’s funny…” He wonders aloud, “I thought we’d agreed to something yesterday.” Kuroo brings a mocking hand to his chin in a thinking motion.

Your body naturally begins to shrink into your seat. You want to sigh, protest, explain yourself… anything to keep him from lecturing you. But, technically, you deserve this.

“I’m pretty sure you promised me you’d be in bed, asleep,” He emphasizes “by 2 am…”

“And” he adds, motioning evenly to your set up, “I highly doubt you’re up early just to get work done.”

You bite your lip while gripping and releasing the fabric of your sweatpants.

Kuroo isn’t a mind reader by any extent, but the body has a language of its own. Right now, your actions are murmuring signs of discomfort. And exhaustion, according to your dark circles.

Kuroo heaves out something between a sigh and a yawn before he takes another couple of steps into your room.

The sound of mattress springs and rustled bed sheets gets you to turn your head toward him, though you hesitate to meet his gaze.

He makes himself comfortable.

This is a familiar scene, Kuroo invading your space. Well, it’s less of an invasion and more of an unspoken agreement that the both of you can ‘come and go as you please’ in regards to bedrooms, granted that the “invader” knocks first.

Essentially, if Kuroo wanted company, he would find his way to you and plop himself on the edge of your bed. You would do likewise. The interaction could last 5 minutes or 3 hours depending on your mental stamina that day.

In a way, it mimicked your childhood - going over to Kenma’s and knocking relentlessly on his bedroom door until he finally let you and Kuroo tumble through the doorway together. The only difference now is in the way that you spend time together. Conversations become deeper a lot faster. Belly-laughs after a miserable day of classes are considered sacred. Study sessions are done shoulder to shoulder and with a myriad of disgusted faces when frustrated with a particularly tricky problem.

But this is different from your usual conversations. It’s sickeningly early, you haven’t slept a wink, and a tidal wave of stress from this entire semester is finally crashing into you.

“I’m sorry,” You start softly, fiddling with your fingers, “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about this expository essay I’ve been working on and my mind is totally numb. I’m so stressed out by all of these-”

“-Classes.” He finishes for you.

You swallow, bobbing your head softly in confirmation.

“I get it.”

And just by looking at him, you know he understands. For someone so laid back and put together, Kuroo’s eyes could speak a novel’s worth of emotion and information at any given moment.

“But you’ve already spent more than enough time on it.”

Have I really? Have I actually done enough? Because it feels like I’m failing. Like I can’t seem to finish what I’ve started. I can’t even complete this paper.

But at least Kuroo sounds resolute.

He’s stating a fact, not an opinion.

And he’s not trying to be unempathetic. He does get it, he really does.

But Kuroo also sees how hard you work already. And he knows all too well that there’s only so much work you can get done in one night. You’ve got enough on your plate even without your classes, so having the extra academic pressure is just the cherry on top.

“Mm,” you hum, “yeah, I guess you of all people would know.” You hunch over and rest your elbows on your thighs, using your hands to prop your head up.

He’d been there at your most and least productive moments. On days when you were cranking out a few thousand words and nights when you could only jot down a few sentences. Hell, Kuroo had even volunteered to help you edit and format it when the time came. What kind of person offers to do that before they’ve even been asked to?

It’s just another feature of his charm, you suppose.

But you still feel stuck. Like you’re a boat stranded in the middle of the ocean and you just can’t seem the muster up the strength to pull up the anchor. The anxiety lingers.

“...It just doesn’t feel like it’s ever enough, y’know?” You breathe out.

There it is. Finally out in the open.

And Kuroo hums thoughtfully to himself.

He’s been there.

Not knowing if the effort he put into his work was having any actual effect. Being unsure as to when he should stop taking responsibility for something. Putting work, classes, and people before himself.

It’s draining; a swirling spin-cycle of exhaustion.

But he’s also been learning that “enough” is subjective. So he decides to say just that.

“Enough is a pretty vague word, don’t you think?”

You blink.

Yeah, you suppose it is.

Hopefully this isn’t another one of his bizarre epiphanies - the kind that makes you think your brain is going to implode. Sometimes Kuroo could be a little too philosophical for his and your own good. But you humor him anyway.

Shifting in your seat, you give him a stiff nod.

Satisfied with your understanding, he proceeds with his thought.

“What I mean is that we probably have totally different definitions of enough...” he drawls on, “... and different standards too.”

“Okay...”

“What I mean is that-” He sighs, running a hand through his hair, “-what’s ‘enough’ to you may not be ‘enough’ to me. And vice versa.”

Kuroo tilts his head back, brows furrowing in thought. He’s grasping for the right way to put it.

“Y/n, I think you’ve done enough. You’ve worked hard,” he points out, “and I don’t think I know anyone who deserves a break more than you do.”

That makes you pause. You lift your head up to catch his gaze - his eyes are already studying your expression. Something inside of you stops functioning because never have you seen such raw sincerity. Or maybe you have, but you’re only just now noticing it.

He gives you a gentle smile. It makes your chest ache.

“You mean it?” You half-whisper.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You’ve known this for years now, but Kuroo truly has a way with words. They had the ability to pierce like a harpoon or stick sweetly to you like warm honey. Even with a few (thousand) shitty jokes littered throughout your conversations, it’s only natural to be awestruck by him. By his ability to make even the most awkward of situations a little more bearable. How he subliminally knows how to soothe and temper you. You think he would make a really great businessman - he’s quite persuasive; a real salesperson.

One part of you wants to apologize to him again. Another part wants to jump up and kiss him. To tear up and cry in his arms with relief. You chalk these potential reactions up to exhaustion and hormones… but you don’t write them off entirely.

Because suddenly being 3 feet apart feels like miles. And your bed is looking terribly comfortable.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask, but you’re already moving from your seat.

He gives you an indifferent shrug - though he feels anything but.

“It’s your bed.”

Oh, you’re well aware of that fact. You can already feel heat rising to your face.

You stand up slowly, raising your arms to the ceiling in one final attempt to stretch. Then softly, you place a knee to the mattress and wedge yourself on the rest of the way until you’re sitting crisscrossed in front of him. He shifts his torso so that it’s facing you.

And now that you’re finally eye to eye, you can breathe.

He may be your crush, but you feel strangely comfortable in his presence. You always have. It’s part of what makes Kuroo... well, Kuroo. He embodies security while still pushing you out of your comfort zone. And for that, you’re grateful.

You break the silence.

“I really am sorry,” you echo your earlier apology.

You undoubtedly are. And you’re not sure why it feels like such a heavy thing to say over something as menial as a good night’s sleep.

“Hey, hey,” He soothes, reaching a hand over to ruffle your hair, “it’s no big deal, alright?”

You send him a half-hearted glare but it immediately breaks into a soft smile. His hand lingers for a moment longer than it should before he draws it away. You miss the teasing touch.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to maintain eye-contact, but even as you look away, you note that his eyes remain concentrated on you. You can’t tell if it’s you who has moved closer or if he has. Either way, those few inches of distance have narrowed by a decent margin.

“I honestly just wanted you to get some rest. You’ve had it rough and by the looks of it-” He scans your face like he’s trying to diagnose you with something.

“Hey, watch it-” You warn, narrowing your eyes.

You already know you look tired. Kuroo loves reminding you of that in his own little way.

He smirks playfully, continuing anyway.

“-You could really use the sleep.” Kuroo’s raspy voice trails off.

“But apparently even pizza isn’t a convincing enough strategy.” He gives you a lopsided grin.

You shake your head, “Oh no, no, the pizza was very convincing.”

He scoffs, “Was it, now?” Raising his eyebrows in mock surprise, “Because you seem very awake to me.”

“Can’t we just blame this on the paper, please?” You sigh.

He furrows his brows in contemplation, “Hmm, no. I don’t think so. This is partially your fault.” A rather underwhelming response.

“A small part.”

“I’d say it's fifty-fifty.” He reasons with a raised eyebrow.

Rolling your eyes, you respond, “Okay, you can quit whatever-” You gesture to his expression, “this is.” He always managed to pull the strangest faces and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh.

He snorts, “Oh? I thought you liked-” Kuroo gestures to his own face, “whatever this is.”

His voice has a curious edge to it. Some might even call it flirtatious.

And you go quiet.

You can’t help but stare at him. His messy hair, his barely parted lips. The fact that Kuroo just woken up and somehow still looks this attractive to you is so annoying. So frustrating.

And words are failing you.

It was an innocent comment. He’s just messing with you like he usually does. Maybe this has all gone a little bit too far. You should probably just say good night (or good morning) and rest your eyes.

Yet you can’t shake the feeling that this could be the perfect segway into addressing your relationship.

At literally any other time of day, you might be more rational. You could reason with yourself that this is quite literally the weirdest time to bring up your feelings for him. But something in you needs to close the literal and figurative gap between you two. And, for some indecipherable reason, it has to happen right now.

Whatever the outcome, you trust that Kuroo will always be your safe place.

So you throw caution to the wind.

“Actually, Kuroo…” You begin, staring at your hands which are placed neatly on your lap. “I really do.”

His eyes snap to yours.

This time it’s Kuroo’s turn to go silent in contemplation. Taking in a steady breath becomes an act of labor.

“You… really do what?” He asks slowly, grasping for your intended meaning.

Your heart pounds.

“I really like you.” You clarify.

It isn’t at all eloquent, but it’s sincere. You’d once heard that honesty came easier late at night, but you had no idea that it applied to early mornings as well.

But you finally make sense of the words that just escaped your lips. Panic arises. In an attempt to hide, you bury your face in your hands. You wish you could put the words right back into your mouth.

“I-” You take a deep breath, “I think I spoke without thinking.” Is all you allow yourself to mumble.

You no longer trust yourself with words.

Your face, your whole body really, feels like it’s on fire. Humiliation begins to wash over you in red hot waves… but you startle when a pair of hands meet your wrists.

You lift your head.

His fingertips are warm and worn. Still decorated with calluses from his years of volleyball back in high school. You want to question why the world has withheld this touch from you for so long.

He lures your hands away from your face, grasping both of them gently. For a sensation so new, it was somehow strikingly familiar. A thumb is meditatively tracing small, slow circles in the middle of your palm.

You gawk in disbelief… and as you scan his face, you catch a hint of pink on his cheeks. You can’t say anything though - your own face feels like it’s just become 1000 degrees warmer.

“I kinda figured you might,” Kuroo breaks the tension rather… bluntly.

Of course he did, wait what?

“But the thing is…”

Is this some sort of rejection? Is he just letting you down gently? Is that why he’s holding your hands like they’re as fragile as fine china? Then why is he looking at you so sweetly, so tenderly-

“I wanted to be the one to say it first.”

You start planning your own funeral again.

However, this time, emotional whiplash will be your stated cause of death. At least it’s a more unconventional way to go out.

“I- uh,” you swallow, “w- what did you just say?” It comes out as a stammer.

You’re squeezing his hands a little too tightly. When you recognize your modest death grip around his fingers you loosen your hold.

Kuroo smiles, his eyes crinkling slightly.

It’s nothing like that cunning smirk that you find annoying, yet so adorable. It’s also not one of his full-scale grins. It’s far too simple and reassuring. You almost don’t trust it.

“Well, in short, I like you too,” He re-explains, searching your face for a reaction, “but... I’d hoped to tell you that over pizza on Friday.” Kuroo looks away.

If you weren’t already gaping over his personal confession, you would probably be laughing at this new side of Kuroo. He looks unmistakably bashful.

It takes you a second to recover, but you finally open your mouth to respond...

But you’re cut off by Kuroo, once again. His softened expression is long gone. And, much to your dismay, he’s suddenly shifting himself off of your bed.

“It’s just too bad you didn’t keep up your end of the bargain. I guess that means there’ll be no pizza… no movie… no me.” He slowly releases your hands, knitting his brows together to feign sorrow - it looks hilariously forced, but you’re too worried about the warmth leaving your fingertips to care.

He’s teasing you like you’re his best friend.

And that’s because you are.

So then why does it feel like something’s changed? Like he’s daring you to make the next move?

Before he can pull away and leave, you tug at his hand which draws his whole body toward you.

Your heartrate spikes through the roof. When’s the last time you’ve been this close to someone? To a guy? A guy who’s shown actual living, breathing interest in you.

And he’s in your face.

Close enough that his scent, his cologne, is drowning your senses. Close enough that his breath is fanning faintly against your cheek. Close enough that you know there’s only one thing left for you to do.

Before you can think to hesitate, your lips are brushing up against his.

Intuitively, he brings his hands to your face, closing any extra distance.

Kuroo’s thumb feathers over your cheekbone, stroking it tenderly. His lips apply very little pressure and it’s unbearably delicate, but it fills you with an indescribable warmth. His lips linger just long enough for you to detect the mint from his toothpaste - he can probably taste the cinnamon tea you’ve been sipping on over the past hour. As far as kisses go, it’s reserved, but perfect for this distinct moment.

Plus, you figure, this is just the first of many longer, more eager kisses - though you can’t imagine being more breathless than you already are right now.

But you can hardly get another taste of him before those warm hands on your cheeks are prying you away. He stares. You stare back. His eyes are brimming with something warm and full. You immediately choose to label it, “affection.”

And in a much lower voice, Kuroo murmurs, “Let’s save this for later.”

You scan his face, wondering if he’s actually serious. He gradually makes his way off of the bed and onto his feet and before you can protest, Kuroo is speaking again.

“You-”

He leans down and gingerly lifts your chin with his fingers. The gentleness of his touch almost makes you flinch, but you somehow manage to hold it in the road. Though now you’re really at a loss for words.

“-need to get some good rest.”

He places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

You still feel it after he pulls away. After he closes the door. After you’ve laid you head down on your pillow in shock.

How does he expect you to fall asleep after all of that?

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extra: this is dedicated to Izzy - our sleep schedules may be jacked up, but i’m pretty sure it’s a blessing in disguise if we’re taking our time zones into consideration. thanks for making me laugh & for not stealing my quarter of the braincell.

and to my precious friends and followers - thank you for being patient with me. it’s hard to post or even write at the moment, but i’m steadily pushing myself toward a better mindset. i appreciate your comments, likes, and the fact that y'all even bother to check out my works in the first place. i’m working on it.

also happy birthday, Tetsu. you’re a real star.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo

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thoughts-of-the-unheard · 3 years ago

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technically this essay was due friday but its also due monday but i havent had time to write since wednesday and now its sunday and im only like six pages in when i have to have at least 8 and i want it to get finished i love the topic and i know what i want to say but i dont want to write it i needed to shower today and i dont even have time to do that, let alone another two pages of the strongest argument ive ever had to make, if theres a single flaw my entire point will be dismissed, i am so tired, ive been waking up like hours before i have to for the past six days in a row, granted the one day was only 40 minutes early but the point still stands, and i havent been able to get back to sleep nor could i get up and be productive, so my days were longer and im exhausted, and i guess thats what was wrong with me yesterday because after like 4:30 i was just bleak just completely sapped and i dont know why but, with the exception of the customers who dont know me, literally everyone asked me what was wrong and i couldnt give an answer, it was kinda funny actually because within seconds of being at work my one friend asked if i was alright and i asked why, did i not look alright and he stared at me, squinting, and said “you seem......” but he never found an accurate word, i was just off, i have depression and i know when im in a Mood and how i am during one and ig how to ride them out and i know thats not what it was but i still cant explain it

theres a lot going on in here and my computers dying so i guess ill go to sleep

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bxckys-spideysenses · 5 years ago

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Best Feeling Ever | bucky barnes

summary: you’re in the middle of an essay and someone interrupts

warnings: cursing, kidnapping, jealous y/n

pairing: young y/n and bucky barnes

word count:1,691

a/n: enjoy!!!!!! xo soph

Bucky Barnes never knew how much different it would be to date a girl that’s almost one hundred years younger than him. Sure, he knew it’d be hard, but he never imagined driving you to class and making you coffee at midnight in order to keep you up to study. He never imagined you calling him after class complaining about your US history teacher, saying how Bucky could teach you more than your teacher ever could.

When you were dropped off at your Uncle Tony’s house three years ago after your mom died, you never imagined that you’d fall for the assassin with a metal arm. You never imagined having a school girl crush on him and having to whisper things to Peter about it.

When you finally realize that Bucky actually likes you, too, you couldn’t help but squeal in your room. You were a twenty-year-old in love with a man that didn’t even exist a year ago because of the snap.

The day they all came back was the first day you had ever seen Bucky in real life. That was the day that your Aunt Nat died. The day you had to rush out of the complex as it was blowing up and watch the man you considered a father to make the ultimate sacrifice. The day Bucky met you by keeping you from hitting the ground as you sobbed about Tony. The day you began crying yourself to sleep.

But a lot changed because of Bucky. He took care of you the way you dreamed about, not exactly in the situation you dreamed about, but that’s what made it exciting. It was exciting to train with him, exciting to run around with him and Sam in the new complex. It was exciting to learn new languages from him, just in case you wanted to tell someone to fuck off in Russian.

Some things weren’t exciting. Like, right now for example. Sitting in a dark basement with your wrists in cuffs and your legs tied to a chair while trying to translate the Romanian being yelled around you wasn’t exactly on your Friday night to-do list. It wasn’t even that scary. You had an essay due on Monday, so it was actually really annoying.

“I just want everyone in this shitty man-cave to know that my boyfriend is like, super strong and will totally come kill all of you. And his best friend is also pretty badass, so might as well let me go now,” you rolled your eyes as footsteps made their way towards your corner.

Four men walked in and surrounded you, two of them scrawny enough that honestly, if you tried hard enough, could probably kill them. But you scrunched your nose up to that, killing people wasn’t really your thing. The other two men could definitely kill you, though. Like, really easily.

“Hey, boys. Glad we’re all here together. Any chance you could let me go? I was in the middle of my thesis paragraph.” You quickly realized that sarcasm wasn’t their favorite, and now your check stung.

“Shut the hell up, little girl. We don’t want you,” the largest man chuckled, “We want the Winter Soldier.”

You sighed, “Doesn’t everyone in this country? What is with Romania and my boyfriend?”

Three of the men left the room, all of them mumbling something that sounded similar to “annoying bitch,” but you couldn’t quite understand. Now, it was just you and the skinniest, saddest looking gang member ever.

“So, is this your main occupation? Because, let’s be honest, you look twelve. Like, I’m being serious. Do your parents know you’re here?”

He never answered, just walked around the room, messing with a huge knife. You decided to keep your mouth shut for a while, no point in trying to press buttons if the person hasn’t got any. You ended up falling asleep, which definitely wasn’t the best idea, but you were tired, and you knew Bucky was coming, so might as well pass the time.

You woke up to more yelling, only this time, they were scared. You could hear frantic footsteps and someone praying. You couldn’t see much, seems how the room they put you in was no where close to five stars, but you could tell something was about to happen.

It was as if the whole building was shaking. You could feel yourself moving, but compared to what happened with the old complex, this was nothing.

A few men rushed in to your room, mumbling things to each other and placing a disgusting bag over your head. You gagged at the idea of all of the shit touching your face.

“Anyone want to tell me what’s going on? I don’t do well with being the only one who doesn’t know. One time in high school, they didn’t tell me who had won best smi-,” you were interrupted by gunshots, which should’ve scared you more, but you had a feeling it was your incredible boyfriend coming to save you. Which, thank God, because it was getting really stuffy.

You could hear fighting and screaming, a sound you don’t hear often, but people love to try and kidnap super soldiers’ girlfriends, so it wasn’t exactly new to you. Gunshots got closer and the screaming got louder. Some men cried for mercy, but Sam and Bucky weren’t really the mercy-giving type, so it obviously didn’t matter that much to them.

You were so excited to see Buck. It hadn’t even been that long, but you were kinda scared, you felt filthy, and you were so hungry. But more than all of that, you just wanted him. He was like, a super deadly ex-assassin, but he was also the biggest baby alive, and you were dangerously in love with him.

You could tell the fight had moved into the room you were in; you could hear everything. The men had left guarding you, you felt a lack of heat by your legs, so you just waited until they all had been taken care of.

It quickly became silent, except for one pair of footsteps.

“Babe, you have no idea how excited I am to go home. Like, they were so annoying,” the bag was taken off of your head and the person in front of you was not Bucky. “You are not Bucky. Who the fuck are you?”

A woman stood in front of you. She was gorgeous, and also visibly older than you. She was untying everything and helped you out of the chair with a smile on her face.

“He’s this way. Him and Sam were interrogating one of the men. He’s excited to see you,” the lady led you out of the room and through a maze of halls. You both walked into a room similar to yours. Inside was your boyfriend, Sam, and the man who told you to shut up, which was really rude.

You stayed quiet though; you doubt Bucky and Sam even knew the two of you had come in. They were already yelling and the weird, gorgeous lady was taking her gun out of its holster.

You couldn’t help but gawk over how extremely attractive your boyfriend looked while preparing to beat the shit out of someone. It was really hot and did not help the fact that you were going to be an absolute bitch about the random model showing up to help you.

You weren’t even that mad, but you knew Bucky didn’t need help with something like this, so why was she invited? You just wanted to know why the older, pretty, tall woman had to come help your much older, gorgeous, tall boyfriend.

“You’re so fucking lucky you didn’t hurt her, or I would have ripped your fucking head off with my bare hands,” Bucky spat. The man chuckled.

“We didn’t hurt her because she’s annoying. We couldn’t stand being in the same room as her.”

“That’s super rude. I’m very funny,” you called out. It was one thing to threaten you, but to call you annoying? Unacceptable. This got Bucky’s attention, though, and the smile on your face grew.

He whipped around and let go of the man’s collar, leaving Sam and the lady to finish what he started. You just stood there as he took the longest strides to get to you. You sighed when he got to you, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

His metal arm grabbed your hand and took you outside of the room.

You barely turned towards him before he grabbed your waist and hugged you. You rested your head on his chest and could hear how fast his heart was beating. He kissed your forehead and then leaned down to kiss you.

When you kissed him, you forgot everything. The woman didn’t matter, the man that was in there didn’t matter, Sam didn’t matter. You were finally with the man you loved.

And it was very obvious that he loved you, too. Your hands were twisted in his hair and his hands gripped your waist as he kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in years. And honestly, it was the best feeling ever.

No matter where you were, or who was around, being with Bucky was the best feeling ever. He made everything better.

As you two came down from the high of seeing one another, he began walking you to the quinjet. Your right hand fit in to his metal one perfectly, as if it was meant for you to hold. You couldn’t help but smile as you looked at him.

“Hey, Buck?” You walked in front of him and stopped him from walking, playing with his fingers while looking towards the ground.

“I love you. Thanks for getting me.” He laughed as he bent down to kiss you again.

“I love you more, baby. Just try to be a bit more scared when someone takes you, okay? With all of your attitude, someone might try to kill you.”

You both continued walking, hand in hand. You couldn’t help but ruin the moment.

“One more thing,” he hummed in response, “Who’s that girl you were with?”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #sebastian stan #the winter solider imagine #bxckys-spideysenses #i love bucky barnes #young yn

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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who we are and who we are not [trixya] - pinkgrapefruit

There’s a hint of an ocean hidden in the back of Katya’s eyes and Trixie is so sure she’s seen it before.

It begins in Australia. (It begins in an idyllic neighbourhood both above and below and to the left of Trixie’s office.) She agrees to help this confused blonde with a rats’ nest of hair in a messy bun and the bags under her eyes that carry more secrets than Gretchen’s hair, and she cannot decide why. There is something uniquely compelling behind the river of her eyes, and Trixie just wants to spend the upcoming weekend sunbathing on its banks, drinking margarita slushies, and reading poetry.

[the good place au]

A/N - you should never have let me express my love of other fandoms because this au has been in the works for months and after the harry potter au response you’re all insane to think I’m not posting this. thank you to jazz and frey for being fantastic cheerleaders and grammar checkers and i really hope you like it because I do. i’m not at all sorry and you don’t really need knowledge of the good place to read this

There’s a hint of an ocean hidden in the back of Katya’s eyes and Trixie is so sure she’s seen it before.

It begins that first day, in her office.

It ends there too in due course, and then starts there again, so much harder and more painful than before because she thought she was finally over it, and because Katya.

There’s more to it than that, though. So much more.

So she agrees to help. And it starts off with just them, in Trixie’s office, when she’s pretending to be marking grad student essays praising Kant for ideas that Hume created, but instead, trying to figure out why a woman who decided she needed help, needed her. Katya says she watched her lectures ( What we owe to each other ), and when Trixie looks, really looks into her eyes, she sees hope and fear and something so deep she needs a ladder on hand before she goes any closer - and she swears she’s seen that look before -

They’re in the kitchen sat on the bench which should not be comfortable, save for the way Katya shoved all of their throws down the back of it to pad it out. They’re in the kitchen, looking at the television playing a VCR of them - in a bed.

Katya on the tape was smiling. She looked happy and in love. ‘I did that,’ Trixie thinks. ‘I made her look like that.’ And she feels a warmth pulsate behind her left ribcage.

“So, yeah, I guess… do you… I don’t know. Do you have any feeling like that for me… again… now?” She asks.

And then Trixie blinks and she is a stranger again.

It begins with the stark feeling that maybe this is the most important moment of her life.

Katya bullies her into asking Bob out. She’s smart, Trixie will give her that. She knows just how to trap her.

(It’s almost as if they’ve known each other for years.)

The dinner could have gone better. It’s stilted - awkward. The back and forth feels wrong and Bob - while she’s wonderful - she feels; odd. She takes too long to order and Bob snatches the menu out of her hands, and that’s how she ends up eating goats cheese. She’s a little bit allergic, but she really likes Bob. She’ll figure the rest out later.

The vase is the same blue as Katya’s eyes.

It’s a few weeks later and Katya has graduated from sitting in the back of class, bullying Australian undergrads for their pronunciation of Kant to making actual progress. Tangible progress that looks like tipping servers and clearing the lecture hall. And she’s talking about one student - a quiet one with good ideas and strong morals, Jasmine - maybe and -

“We’ll get some information, Hey Jan!” She calls, and this Trixie is sure of herself when she speaks, spoon full of froyo balanced on the edge of her cup.

A blonde comes out of nowhere. She’s dressed like a seventies air hostess, and even though she’s not breathing, she looks so human Trixie swears there’s a ghost of a rise in her chest.

That Katya jumps with a gasp. “Who the fork are you?” she asks like she needs to know.

“This is Jan - she’s like a database for all knowledge. You can ask her anything you want.”

“Hi,” Jan says. It’s robotic, but not inhuman, and the juxtaposition is unnerving.

“Jan… Was Violet in love with me in fifth grade?” Katya winks.

“Yasmine,” Trixie corrects breathlessly. “You could learn something from her - she’s good.”

“Yeah, but then why would I need you?” Katya jumps off the desk she’s been sat on and pads out of the hall, her flannel slung around her waist. Trixie pushes the glasses up her nose and leans her head on the cool wall for a moment. She needs a moment.

Katya wins eighteen thousand dollars. Monét starts dating the black sheep of West Industries. Vanessa goes to yoga for five minutes before she realises it’s not what she signed up for, but she stays for the hot ex-ballerina instructor because watching her do some of the poses means she doesn’t have to do them herself. Trixie sees the librarian and a blonde woman popping champagne and whispering in the abandoned journalism department. She leaves them to it. Life is good.

(It’s not though.)

(If there is a hell, this is it.)

Being like Katya is like teetering on the very edge of a cliff. She’s fighting not to fall forwards into the ocean blue of her eyes, but she can’t bear to fall back onto solid, safe earth either. She learns to be content with the rough-edged, precarious thing that isn’t quite love, but at the same time isn’t not, that she knows cannot last.

Eventually, she is going to fall one way or another. She will lose her either way.

She shouldn’t be thinking about her.

(She never stops)

She’s with Bob. She loves Bob. Probably-

“It’s not that I don’t love you,” she says, and Katya’s face falls and there’s a sharp ache in her chest. “I could, logistically. You’re funny, and intelligent and your face is… symmetrical.”

(Wow.)

(Symmetrical)

(They’re going to the bad place and she calls her symmetrical.)

(And she cannot save Katya, but she wants to.)

Nine months in and Bob tells her she loves her, and Trixie’s response could make E.E. Cummings cry.

“Oh, why?”

And she tells Katya the next day, who punches her arm relentlessly for fifteen minutes, all while berating her using language that would also make Cummings cry if he heard them. Katya wants her to love Bob. She doesn’t dream of the two of them walking around a lake in an idyllic neighbourhood - wrapped in blankets that smell of hope and happiness.

That’s fine. Because neither does Trixie.

“You make my head feel like a fork in the garbage disposal.”

She has to do it. She has to fall backwards onto the safe earth that feels like lecture hall carpet and smells like Bob’s perfume. But she can’t.

Not when every stolen moment feels so right. Not when Katya’s eyes knit together to form a patchwork blanket of hope and promise and intricacies Trixie wouldn’t be able to unravel with forever on the line. Not when Katya fit so perfectly in her arms - and Trixie doesn’t believe in soulmates-

“Hi, I’m Trixie Mattel, I’m your soulmate.” She waves, a little stilted, but the grin on her face that worms it’s way up to her eyes quicker than she thought possible discounts any fear she may have. And Jan stands there looking happy for them.

“Bring it in man.” Katya hugs her, and her flannels smell like hiking in summer sun and the feeling of dew between your toes.

(“We will find each other and we will help each other because we are soulmates”)-

Trixie cannot believe in soulmates.

(It would be dangerous, and she’s trying to avoid dangerous.)

It’s an awful idea.

Really terrible.

“You are very lucky I can’t send you to the Bad Idea place, because that one is a stanker.”

It’s a double date.

She’s not quite sure how that became a thing, and she’s not quite sure how it differs from the Brainy Bunch before they became the Brainy Bunch, before Monét and Vanessa, and then Brooke and Nina.

When it was just her and Katya, and she thought it was going to stay that way forever.

Bob picks the restaurant. She finds one of her friends who is free on Friday night as a date for Katya, who is almost as symmetrical as Katya (according to Bob, who may have used the word ‘handsome’, but it just doesn’t do her justice, does it? Like she’s some sort of ornamental flower pot, because have you ever seen a non-symmetrical flower pot. Don’t answer that, because Vanessa made Nina a very lopsided pink one for her birthday, that she uses to house Katya’s peace lily that she donated so it could actually survive - but that’s not the main focus right now). But apparently the man won’t get drunk and cause a riot like Katya might, which is fine. Trixie thinks Bob might have superpowers. It’s going to be fine.

She is totally fine that Katya is going on a date with a symmetrical man.

It’s fine -

“ You guys gotta scram, my soulmate has something planned for me.”

Her soulmate is Simon and he gets Katya all the time - not a precious few hours a week. He likes jazz operas and cowboy hats, and Trixie thinks he’s a poor fit for her, but she seems happy.

He has everything Trixie wants and sometimes it seems like he doesn’t even want it.

It goes south before they step foot in the restaurant.

She’s sure Bob’s friend is lovely, but he starts to talk about how he’s on this new diet where you can eat anything that’s seafood except shrimp, because shrimp is awful, and Trixie places a hand on Katya’s arm before she can leap to shrimps defence as Bob changes the subject onto something that will end with less bloodshed.

It doesn’t improve inside.

Katya, in the seat next to her, starts making an underhanded commentary about the couple across the walkway, and Trixie tries to tell her to stop, but they end up giggling like children until Bob’s foot is firmly imprinted on Trixie’s shin. Her friend looks at them like they’re insane. Maybe they are.

The waiter comes out with a cheese platter. “Hey, um, Brain,” says Katya, squinting at his ‘HI, I’M BRIAN’ name tag. Trixie’s proud of her trying, she supposes. “D’you think we could have crackers instead? Or, like, cake? Something without goat’s cheese?”

“How did you know?’ she asks her after the waiter has finished his spiel on why cake isn’t an appropriate appetizer and left (with a huffy “and it’s Brian!”) to take the orders of the couple to their right. Trixie wishes him luck, and he’s going to need it, because the couple have now progressed to full-on making out over the table, completely ignoring the waiter. Katya keeps looking over at them. There’s an odd expression on her face. In the dim light of the restaurant, she looks especially symmetrical. She can’t tear her eyes away from her, and as a result, nearly stabs herself in the nose with her fork, and – why exactly is Bob interested in her again?

(She doesn’t want to know.)

(She sort of wants to know why Katya isn’t.)

“Know what?” Katya’s voice sounds strained.

“That I can’t eat goat cheese.”

She turns away from the couple and looks at her dead-on, face crumpling into a bewildered grimace, and she feels like the air has been sucked out of his lungs. “What are you talking about, weirdo? You told me.”

She didn’t. She knows she didn’t, because most of the time he’s spent with her has been with Bob, too, and she’s been careful not to tell Bob about the goat cheese because nearly a year later it’s actually a good memory. The awkward parts have faded away. She doesn’t want to ruin it. Everything is good.

She tells her as much.

“No – dude – you were… wait… no, you’re right. Huh. Who was I thinking of?”

(Somebody else.)

(Which is really, truly fine.)

(Really.)

Unfortunately, the man on their right chooses that exact moment to say to his girlfriend “…The spaces between you and me resonate in my heart.” Katya spits out a mouthful of wine, and they’re kicked out of the restaurant by Brain – er, Brian – who must really be having a terrible night.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

They’re on the couch again. The one that looks too uncomfortable to be comfortable, but she’s never seen herself look so comfortable.

“Believe it, baby,” Katya smiles, “I’m all yours. Well, at least until something better comes along - for me. You’ve pretty much topped out.” The twinkle in Katya’s eye reminds Trixie she is lying. That Katya is hers. She shakes their intertwined fingers and relishes in the fact they do not fall apart.

Bob offers to drive her home, but she’s also taking her friend and Trixie’s had just about all the self-help book quotes she can take. She didn’t think she needed help to be fair. And she’s been on edge ever since he offered her dieting tips she really didn’t want.

They drive off and Katya walks over to her. Trixie doesn’t see her, but there’s that feeling; key in a lock, last answer to the Sunday crossword, book on a rainy morning - a sense of rightness.

(She clings to it more than she can admit.)

She turns to look at her.

“Well, I didn’t kill him, so I think I’d call it a win,” she quips, adjusting the way her white shirt shows the edge of her red lace bra. She’s a little drunk and it’s possible she’s being mean. But there was also the diet tip, so Trixie’s willing to compromise.

She rifles around in her purse. “Hold that,” she says, and Trixie finds her hands full of gum wrappers, loose change, a single cracker and, somehow, another bottle of wine. “How—” she starts, but Katya cuts her off.

“You really don’t want to know.”

She should chastise her. Make her give it back along with any semblance of dignity she stole from the waiter, but Trixie’s not exactly sober either, and the wine is good. Brian wouldn’t let them back in, anyway.

“Fork,” Katya curses under her breath because she’s trying not to swear as part of her good person promise to herself and - by extension - Trixie.

“What?” Trixie asks, still holding all of Katya’s rubbish.

“Taxi money.”

“What about it?”

“I don’t have any.”

“Oh.”

Trixie looks around at the orange glow of the streetlamps and the still-warm sun setting in the distance.

“Aren’t we, like, two blocks from your motel?” She asks, because she knows they are, and Katya scrunches her face up because she doesn’t.

“I took a taxi here,” she admits. “And I’m not really sure how to get home.”

She’s not sure if it’s the wine or Katya’s presence, or that she just got kicked out of an establishment for the first time in her life, or something else entirely, but there’s a laugh bubbling up inside her chest and then she’s laughing too, and soon they’re both doubled over in hysterics on the footpath.

It doesn’t bypass Trixie that that’s the first time Katya has called Australia home.

( “I’m going to miss this stupid clown house.”)

(“It’s where we fell in love.”)

They stumble along the warm concrete of the pavement, nearly falling over thanks to the wine and the fact they fall back into laughter every couple of steps. “I feel the absence of you reverberate in my heart,” says Katya. Trixie laughs so hard she nearly falls into the path of an oncoming car.

She just has to stop Katya from doing the kind of thing she usually does when she’s drunk: sleeping with strangers and shoplifting. Occasionally throwing things. Once she cried into her shirt for an hour because she had a photo of her grandpa on her wall.

The motel has just come into view when it starts to rain. Katya grabs her hand and pulls her towards the flickering neon VACANCIES sign. She steps in a puddle, and then they’re off again, staggering along the side of the road howling with laughter. They reach the door out of breath and soaking wet.

The receptionist gives them a strange look as they walk past.

She asks her if she wants to stay.

Of course, I’ll stay , she wants to tell her. I’d stay forever, if you wanted.

But she doesn’t, and Trixie doesn’t, and she can’t. So they watch a movie, and she leans her head on Trixie’s shoulder, and she falls asleep to the sound of rain lashing the windows and the smell of Katya’s shampoo.

She’s fallen.

Not the good kind. The safe kind. She knows it as soon as she wakes up fully clothed, watching the way the sun skips on the freckles along Katya’s nose. The ocean is warmer than she thought it would be, and she’s grateful that the tide seems kind. She has never looked more symmetrical.

(She does not feel kind.)

(She feels like a monster.)

It ends after the liquidation of the Brainy Bunch. After Max and Jan and the Peep Chilli disaster of ‘19.

It ends in the dean’s office where she gets her heart crushed and her career brought to a sudden, shuddering halt.

She looks at Katya and all she sees are dreams that are being slowly rebuilt into paper boats that hold the weight of worlds. She wishes she could be more like her.

(Wishes don’t come true.)

“I need to end things with Bob.”

Maybe wishes don’t come true. She’ll never get to have Katya for herself, she knows that, she’s made peace with it. Well, no, she hasn’t, but she’s accepted it. She can never, ever tell Katya how she feels, or kiss her, or hold her in her arms at night, but she can stay by her side, make sure she’s happy and safe for always, and that just might be enough.

It’s the easiest choice she’s ever made.

“Okay -

“…but too bad, because I need to say it, because you deserve it. Because… because…” because I love you. Because I can’t lose you. Because it’s you, and you told me you loved me and I was scared you were going to take it all back, but that doesn’t matter, you matter -

They kiss.

And it ends.

And it begins.

And everything is fine.

And everything is great.

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chnsfairy · 6 years ago

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a rose of a different color | yang jeongin

words ; 2,302

requested ; no

genre ; fluff

warnings ; literally one, maybe two, curse words

a/n ; dedicated to one of the best people i know

m.list in bio

ok so maybe you weren’t a big fan of the whole valentines day thing

flowers and chocolates and whatnot

the whole shEbANG

love was such a foreign concept to you as throughout your first couple years of high school you’d been solely focusing on your grades,, you didn’t have time for romance or anything like that

cAUSE WE GOTTA GET THOSE GOOD GRADES KIDS ヽ( `д´*)ノ

your school had, unfortunately, decided to sell roses and chocolates that could be anonymously given to people. it was pretty cheap and people had fun sending their friends or special someone presents throughout the day

but you hadn’t been paying attention to whatever that was,, in the end, you completely forgot about it

anyway,,, i mean you’ve got a history test tomorrow GOOD LUCK BBY (づ￣ ³￣)づ

you’ve got other things to focus on other than that stuff

so while other’s were busy wasting a dollar on the red roses, you were catching up on some school work in the library

at this point during the day it was nice and quiet, only a couple of other kids were sitting at the desks surrounding you and the librarian had left to eat or something

no one really knows where she goes

and the only noise that you could hear was the scribbling of pencils on paper or the clicky noise of fingers tapping keyboards

well that was until jisung decided to burst through the door and diSRUPT EVERYBODY LIKE USUAL THAT KID IS LOUDD (⇀‸↼‶) (＃＞＜)

your best friend everybody, with his fluffy blonde hair and headphones, permanently glued to his ears

“look y/n- i love that you always fix up my essays and homework for me, really, but you gotta do something other than just sit in here and workkkk” jisung said, quickly sliding into the seat across from you and took the book from out of your hands and into his lap

“hey!” he took your book bitch you want it back (︶︹︺)

“nope,, you can get it after class if you want~” jisung stood up and started waving it in the air before checking his watch and giving you a smirk

“lunch is over anyway do you ever check the clock?” book still in his hand he headed towards the doors that opened up into the busy hallway and disappeared into the crowd of students

did you want to get up?

did you have to to get that useless education?

yes

so you frantically tried to shove everything back into your bag,, dropping things multiple times onto the floor as you scramble to catch up with jisung

who feels miles away at this point

and after about ten seconds you just gave up said ‘fuck this’ and started walking at a normal pace towards your locker

aint no boy gonna make you run through the crowd of rushing teens o(>< )o (;¬_¬)

however when you did reach your locker you could clearly see the same boy you just basically ran away from you, leaning against the metal box and who seemed to be reading the back of your book

jisung saw that you were coming up from the hallway and stood up straight, allowing you to actually open your locker instead of just block you from it

“so can i have it back now?”

“i don't know what you’re talking about.”

that littlE-

“you know what- nevermind i guess you’ll just have to work on calculus by yourself” you chuckled lightly to yourself as you opened your locker

“wha- no! i’ll give it- oh hey” jisung stopped mid-sentence as he peered into the same metal box you were looking at

“woah y/n who’s the lucky guy?”

“uhhhh,,, no one???” wth jisung you know its me stfu

when you looked in you could see a delicate rose laying at the bottom of your locker next to your books, the same one the school had been selling to students

carefully, you picked it up to examine the red flower closer,, it was beautiful, to say the least

it almost looked perfect you were shocked to see it being preserved this well

“at this rate its gonna be like that forever-”

beT you wacked his arm as he gave out a small laugh and raised his hands in surrender

“im kidding~ anyway, who’s it from?”

you looked deeper into your locker, maybe this person left a note or something,,, who knows

“um it doesn’t say...” you said, still confused, as you close the door to your locker

“uuuu y/nnnnn~ looks like someones pining over youuuu” h a its me

you quickly shook your head and shrugged it off as jisung went on about how good this was for you

ok so maybe you’re kinda dying on the inside and you’re trying really hard not to say anything but this is kinda sweet and adorable and omg you dont even know who this kid is but they’re already doing things to you and your heart<(｀^´)>

‘GETTING ROSES FROM STRANGERS DOESNT MATTER’ YEAH OK SURE LOOK AT YOU NOW

“sungie a flower can mean a lot of different things” you argued

“but on valentines day?? of all days?? come on y/n,, red one's represent love you know”

“yeah yeah whatever,” you said as you continued walking towards your next, soon arrivng and heading for the back of the classroom where you took a seat in your usual spot

“hey how do you think they got into your locker?” jisung questioned as he plopped his bag on the floor and sat in the seat next to you

oh shit he’s right how- huh- how did they get in cREEPY

“maybe they have access to the master key,,, um student council?”

“jisung why would the student council have access to the master key?”

jisung scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders

“i dont know maybe they stole it~” he wiggled his eyebrows and gave you a smirk before pulling out

“oh shut up, they probably know seungmin or something- who’s mom is literally the principle”

the teacher had then started the class and for the first time in a while you found yourself distracted, you couldnt focus on anything the teacher was saying and your notebook remained empty by the end of the period

i mean like

the fact that someone went to all that trouble just to give you that,, i mean couldnt they have done it another time?? i mean you’re not complaining at all,, but you dont want to make someone go out of your way to do that (��︵╰,)

“y/n its time to go, come on” snapping out of your daze you see jisung and everyone else packing up to leave “wow first time i’ve seen you distracted about anything”

iTS NOT YOUR FAULT YOUR HEART IS GOING bBoM BOM BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID PLANT OK ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ

“n-no there was just nothing note worth today”

“uh huh sure”

the rest of the day passed as normal, you only had one more class before you headed home and all you were doing was working with your project partner, jeongin, to finish a presentation, which was due next week

when you got home you found a small vase from a cupboard in the kitchen and filled it with water before placing the pretty flower in it,, unsure of what else to do with it but put it on your desk

the next day went the same as always, you went to class, jisung annoyed you to a point where you felt like hitting him, but you gave up and helped him with his math work and you read in the library during lunch

nothing new

you met jisung at your locker once again after lunch and you could clearly see the sweat laced across his forehead and his heavy breaths indicated that he was probably outside playing basketball with hyunjin or something

“what’s your bet i can cheat on this history test”

“can i bet negative”

“wow o ye, of little faith,, come on believe in me”

rolling your eyes you opened your locker once again to grab a book, which you were instead met with what looks like another rose?

but its not valentines day??

“y/n there's no denying it now”

this time the fragile blossom was more of a lavender shade

“oh hey cool it’s a different color,” jisung said as he peered over shoulder “that means its got a different meaning”

“hey maybe you’ll ace a botany quiz instead of this history one, yeah?”

“haha very funny”

and that was that,,, you left it in your locker and took it home and placed it gently in the vase with the other flower, not giving it much thought other than that

still you were kinda curious

over the weekend you almost forgot about it, but your mind still drifted to the origin and the person who bought the flowers that continued to sit at your desk

you didnt know how to feel honestly, you had no clue who this person was yet they still make your insides all squishy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) uWU

on monday, you thought that this whole thing would have passed and that you would never get to find out who your rose giver was

yet when you opened your locker yet again after lunch, with a wild jisung peeking over your shoulder again, there they were again

but this time there was wayy more than just a single flower

a bouquet of thirteen different colored roses, all identical and just utterly gorgeous

“you know i once read something about the number of roses given to you...although i’ve forgotten about it now” jisung whispered, causing you to jump back in surprise

turning to your friend you gave him a glare before closing your locker once again

“oh come on arent you curious who it is??”

“no”

“yeah right y/n i can tell you do”

“i do not,, because whoever it is shouldnt waste their time or money on me”

jisung laughed and swung his arm around your shoulder, “ok y/n whatever you say”

for the rest of the week this person continued to fill your locker with all sorts of colors and combinations of roses

and day after day the number seemed to get smaller, tuesday it was twelve, wednesday there were ten, on thursday it suddenly dropped down to two, and finally back to only one on friday

but something was different this time

there was actually a note

“meet me by the orchid tree after school? um only if you want to...”

even in their notes they sounded adorable you couldnt just not go,, and you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t at all curious

jisung continued teasing you throughout the entire week, offering to find out who it was if really necessary and ended up just continuously guessing who it could be when you said no

“awww look at my y/n,, growing up and getting into relationships~” jisung cooed as you put the rest of your notebooks into your bag and pulled out the single rose from this afternoon, as well as the note that came with it

you were actually quite nervous, to say the least, i mean,, you’ve never had any experience with romance and you didnt know what you were even going to say

throughout the afternoon you had kept fidgeting with your fingers and hair out of nerves, and when it finally came to leave for the day your hands were clammy and you just felt so...jittery

jisung pat your back and pushed you out the front doors and into the small courtyard, motioning towards the old orchid tree that sat at the other end of the field

“ok if you’re not back in five minutes im going home and assuming you’ve got a date,” he said giving you a wink before pulling out his headphones from his bag

‘go!’ jisung mouthed before he sat down on a bench near the front doors,, leaving you completely vulnerable on your own

breath. take a couple steps. breath. take a few more. just keep breathing and maybe the nerves will calm you down,, you thought as you made your way across the grass towards the tree

in the distance you could see a boy sitting under it, black hair covering his head and such bright red roses in his hands you could see them from all the way over here

as you reached closer you were able to make out the face of your admirer

“jeongin?” you asked, an unknowing relief sound filling your voice

standing up quickly, red across his cheeks, jeongin gave you a small smile before looking back down at the ground

“are you disappointed?” he asked, you could hear the nerves tint his sentence,, he went through all this trouble because he just has no other clue hOW TO TALK TOO SOMEONE SO AMAZING AS YOU OK HES SCARED OF REJECTION HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO

“um, surprisingly?” you took a couple more steps towards him, only a couple of inches separated the two of you now

“not really” you said before quickly pecking his cheek, causing jeongin’s entire face to go red

you quickly hid in your hands and shook your head,, trying not to squeal or do anything more stupid than you just did

“a-ah im sorry!”

you heard a small giggle come from in front of you,, opening your eyes you saw jeongin holding six pure crimson red roses out in front of him

“im glad~” he said as you took the small bouquet from his hands

“wanna go see a movie or something?” jeongin offered, hope glittering his eyes you couldnt help but grin

“of course i would”

bonus ;

“hey you dyed your hair again.” you said to jeongin, carefully reaching your hand out to touch it

“uh yeah...do you like it?”

“i love it black baby,” taking his hand in yours you gave him a smile “you look really good.”

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mimymomo · 6 years ago

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Starkid Shows Ranked

So I’ve seen others do it and I want to jump on the bandwagon. Plus my list so SO different than others I’ve seen so I’m either gonna interest, delight or piss people off. I love every Starkid show, I just love some more than others lol. This is just my opinion so please dont take it too seriously:

11) Me And My Dick - oh shit not Ani! My list is already starting off controversial. Yeah I’m sorry I’m just not not the biggest fan of this show. I love a few songs and every scene with Joeys Heart or the Old Snatch is genius and Sally is the sweetest bean alive. But besides that, there’s nothing else that really keeps me coming back. I usually just watch the listen to your heart, the choir room scenes and the finale and I’m good. Plus Joey (the character not the person) pisses me off half the time. Sorry...

10) Ani - originally Ani was the only Starkid show I nearly stopped watching cause I couldn’t get into it. But by the end of the first act I was starting to enjoy it more (I really liked the act 1 finale). And I actually really like Ani’s second act. The songs in this show are really good and Nick Lang as Obi Wan is everything it’s just the first act that holds this show back for me.

9) A Very Potter Sequel - yeah controversial opinion again but AVPS is my least favorite of the AVPM trilogy...please don’t kill me!! It has my least favorite of the AVPM songs (I don’t like Guys Like Potter or Harry Freaking Potter...I’m so sorry I’ll go crawl back in my hole now). But I still fucking adore it though!! Brian as Lupin and Joe as Umbridge saved my life and Days of Summer makes me weep while No Way and Stutter fill me with chaotic energy.

8) A Very Potter Musical - the show that started it all! It was my first Starkid show that I’d watched back in like 2011/12 before I’d actually finished Harry Potter (I just watched all the movies last year...don’t judge me). This show is a classic: great songs, jokes, quotes.

7) Holy Musical B@man - Im not a huge DC fan but love this show. Joe and Nick are great as Batman and Robin respectively and Brian and Jeff are stand outs as Superman and Sweet Tooth. The costumes and songs are great and casting is spot on (I saw comment online saying that the show was gray but the casting of Lauren as Comissioner Gordon was weird and someone pointed out that was the joke it made me crack up). Plus Two-Face, TGI Friday’s girl, the line about Spider-Man being agile as hell and Meredith’s chess line in American Way still crack me up every time.

6) The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals - this was the show that officially brought me into the Starkid fandom. The story, characters and atmosphere of the show is something so distinct from every other Starkid show. The whole cats is freaking fantastic especially the newbies Jon and Mariah and I look forward to seeing them and everyone else in future shows. To me the weakest part of the show was the music (sorry I know everyone loves the songs in this show). Some songs are fine but others I just skip and at this point I can’t listen to Show Stoppin Number anymore. I have this thing where if shows/songs/characters get super popular I immediately start to like it less which I think is what happened for this show and the one next on my list.

5) Twisted - okay this is probably where I lost/pissed off most of you but let me explain: when I first watched this show I actually didn’t really like it. Aladdin was never a movie I really liked so a Aladdin/ Wicked style parody was not my thing. Now however I really enjoy Twisted. It’s still not my favorite show but the music is really good and Dylan and Meredith confirmed in this show that they have amazing stage chemistry - Ja’far and Scheherazade are the second best Starkid relationship solely because how integral the relationship is to the story without being grating plus they’re super cute. This show is hilarious and heart warming and wrenching at the same time. I may not like it as much as everyone else but I will fully preach how amazing it is.

4) A Very Potter Senior Year - yep AVPSY is my favorite in the trilogy. I think it partially has to do with the fact it’s just a stage reading. There’s just something about it not being perfect with all the technical issues and character breaking that makes it feel more personal and intimate to me. AVPSY has some of my favorite scenes (the scene with Meredith and AJ is one of the best scenes in Starkid history), songs (Always Dance is in my top five favorite Starkid songs ever) and character moments. Ron is such a standout in this show and I really care about his a Hermiones relationship in this show. I could never fully be invested in them before I hated how much Ron constantly insulted her but in this show it shows just how good of a boyfriend and best friend he really is. And I know people hate how they made Harry act in this show but to me it was essential to his character that he acted this way (I could write a whole essay about Harry and his character and how his actions in senior year make sense).

3) Starship - Starship is just really good okay!! Bug is precious, Mega-girl and Tootsie are adorable, the songs are amazing and the story while predictable since it’s just the Little Mermaid in Space is still great and it’s funny as heck. What more do I have to say? And Starship Requim nearly made me cry when I heard it for the first time.

2) Firebringer - I’m gay. Okay but seriously while TGWDLM was the show that pulled me into the fandom, this was the show that truly introduced me to Starkid as a more than AVPM. I know this show has a lot of problems. But you know those things that you recognize has a lot of issues and isn’t perfect but despite all the faults you still love it to death? Yeah Firebringer is one of those things to me. I love Jemilla and Zazzalil, I love their relationship, I love that they’re played by my two favorite Starkid members: Lauren Lopez and the love of my life Meredith Stepien!! I love the music since it reminds me of Jim and the Povolos music (since Meredith and Mark wrote so it kinda is JatP music lol) and all harmonies and costumes and I think the show is hilarious (not their funniest but still funny). Again I know this show has its problems especially in the writing but after watching the behind the scenes I’ve come to really appreciate this show and understand why and where the issues came from. To me this show is just plain fun and sometimes that’s just why I need.

1) The Trail to Oregon - this show is just everything to to me. It’s so freaking funny and I love every single song in it (Lost Without You hits too hard as a girl in college who is hours away from her family). At face value it’s a road trip musical that parodies the game abut at heart is a show about a distinctions family reconnecting and dealing with life. The Dikrats family plus McDoon (and really every other role Joey plays in this) and Cletus Jones are some the funniest characters and some of my personal favorites due to how over the top but insanely real they feel. I really became attached to this family and their struggle and I just wanted them to get to Oregate in one piece. Plus this show actually has not one but two songs about dying of pooping and I love both of them!! Trail to Oregap is just so unique and I adore it.

So what did I learn making this list?? I have really weird taste and extremely different opinions on shows than everyone else. Why did I make this list?

Well I hope someone liked it and didn’t get too mad at me lol. And I hope more people who have vastly different rankings make more top list because it’s fun seeing where others place shows especially if it’s really weird placings and not just Ani at 11 and Twisted at 1 (not saying they can’t be! Absolutely no judgment on my part!!).

#starkid #team starkid #tto #starship #firebringer #avpsy #avpm #avps #ani #holy musical b@man #the guy who didn’t like musicals #tgwdlm #twisted

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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years ago

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Changing your tune - Harry Styles AU

7600 words.

Hate is a strong word.

To feel such an intense dislike for someone that you hate them.

Yes, hate was definitely the word you would use to describe your feelings towards Harry Styles.

The day had started out pretty well, the sun was shining even on this cool September day. Your room mates, Eleanor and Niall had left already for an early class, but had left enough hot water for you to shower.

There was no queue at Wilsons coffee shop on the university campus when you went to get your gingerbread latte that morning.

Your ex Liam, was also not working. That was a win in your eyes. You'd parted amicably before the summer break had started, however you still didn't want to keep bumping into him. You liked him, but hadn't wanted to continue being close friends with him, deeming it awkward if and when one of you started dating again.

You knew the good vibe that morning was too good to be true, when Harry Styles took his seat in front of you in your morning English literature class. He spun around smiling, and you wanted to wipe that stupid smug look off his face.

"Morning roomie." He's said excitedly.

"Excuse me?" You replied, the hate for him was blatantly obvious.

"I said, Morning roomie. Bit slow this morning aren't you Libby?" He smirked.

"I am not slow thank you, and I am certainly not your roomie." You replied rolling your eyes.

"Oh........They didn't tell you?" He said looking slightly scared, his cockiness had suddenly disappeared.

"Who and what?!" You answered angrily.

"Um......"

"Good morning class! Mr Styles please stop chatting up Miss Faulkner and face the front please."

Harry turned around, but not before you saw a blush rise up his cheeks. What was he on about? And what was with him?

Honestly, you couldn't pin point exactly what it was that made you intensely dislike him. Maybe it was the fact that he liked to argue with you so much in this class, well argue with you in general. You were good in this class, and he was always trying to make you look stupid. He always made fun of you when he was visiting Niall in your flat to, the jokes were not funny.

Like the time that Niall told him he'd found your vibrator in your bedside drawer when he'd been trying to steal a condom from you. Harry had made buzzing noises for over a month whenever he saw you. He only gave up when you offered to stick the vibrator up his arse as you'd heard he liked that sort of shit.

Whatever it was you disliked him for, it was even more right at this moment.

With class dismissed, he turned to you and said. "Maybe you should talk to Niall and Eleanor." His smirk returned, and he quickly left before you could answer him.

*********

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Lib.... we."

"Don't fucking 'oh Lib' me with your pouty lips and frown Niall Horan."

"It'll be fine!" Eleanor said excitedly.

"Its alright for you, you'll be shacked up with Louis while I'm stuck with Harry and Niall!"

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Niall protested.

You shot him a glare and he retreated a few steps back. Sitting down on the sofa, he looked up at you.

"Look, we just thought since El is moving in with Louis, it would be a good idea for Harry to move in here. That way we can get the third part of the rent covered straight away and he won't have to be the third wheel with them."

It logically made sense of course, you had been worried about covering Eleanors share of the rent until you could find someone else to move in. And if you were honest, the way her and Louis were so loved up it would be difficult to live with. However, it was Harry Styles we were talking about.

"But, I hate him." You scowled.

"I have no idea why you dislike him so much Lib, he's really nice." Eleanor said.

"He's fucking annoying."

"Well now he will be your annoying room mate, as we have already sorted out all the paperwork with the landlords, he moves in tomorrow."

You gasped, before giving them the evil Libby eye and stomping off towards your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

An hour later and they both came to your room, Eleanor had a glass of wine for you.

"Peace offering." She said, smiling.

"Thanks." You replied. "I'm still not happy about this."

"We know." Niall replied.

That evening you all shared a couple of pizzas and some wine. Toasting to the end of an era.

Eleanor and Niall had been the first people you'd met when you arrived for your first day at University. You were sharing the same accommodation as them. There were seven ensuite rooms and a shared kitchen and lounge area. You'd hit it off immediately, being each others wing man when out. You and Eleanor had often pretended to be Nialls girlfriend if he needed to get rid of some girl who wouldn't leave him alone. He in turn had done the same with you both.

When the first year of Uni was over, the three of you had decided to get a flat together. It was close to campus and had three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a large living room and separate kitchen. It was nice to finally have somewhere more homely. Niall won the ensuite bedroom in a game of cards which also saw you sitting in just your underwear. You really were shit at card games.

Eleanor had met Louis a few weeks into that second year, he lived a ten minute walk away. There had been talk of them living together for the third and final year of University, but it never materialised. However a month ago they decided that they wanted to.

That brought you back to today.

"You know Harry is a great room mate. He does the food shop, always makes sure there is milk and is a great cook." Eleanor said.

"If he's so great, keep him with you and Louis." You said, the sarcasm evident.

"Isn't he in your English LIterature class?" Niall asked. "I'm sure he said he had a class with you."

"Yeah, he sits in front of me."

"Just give him a chance."

"Fine, I'll be civil. But I swear if he so much as starts a stupid argument with me then I'm kicking him out!"

Luckily you had only had a couple of glasses of wine the night before, because lifting all of Eleanors crap into her new place was hard work. It took two trips in Louis' old ford fiesta to get her stuff to the new flat. Once you unpacked the car, you all loaded up Harry's stuff and brought it to yours. Niall had very conveniently gone on a beer/snack run to get stuff for the housewarming party him and Harry had organised for tonight.

When you got back to yours a few hours later, you thought it would look like a bomb had gone off, but it didn't. Harry had moved all his things into Eleanors old room. When you popped your head around the door he was making his bed.

"Hey, I'm back." You said.

"Hi Lib. El get unpacked ok?"

"No, I left them to it. Couldn't handle the soppy loved up chat between them."

"Ha! Now you see why I moved in here!" He replied laughing.

"Do you need any help?"

"Libby Faulkner are you being nice to me?!"

"Forget it." You replied leaving him to it.

"No, wait Lib!" He called out, as he followed you down the hall.

"You know Harry, you don't have to be such a cocky twat all the time." You replied as you shut your bedroom door in his face.

Opening up your Spotify on your phone, you set it to your favourite playlist. Blasting the music through your speaker as you began sorting out some washing. With the basket ready you headed towards the kitchen. Harry was there making some sandwiches.

"I'm making some lunch would you like something?" He asked.

Choosing to ignore him you loaded up the washing machine and turned it on.

"Lib......"

But you left the kitchen, not acknowledging him and went back to your room.

Opening up your laptop, you spent the next few hours working on your essay that was due next Friday. Harry didn't attempt to come into your room to speak to you or when you went to collect your washing from the machine.

You were hanging the damp clothes on the airer in your room, when Niall walked in, followed closely by Harry.

"Ni, for fuck sake, would you knock?! I could've been naked."

"Nothing I haven't already seen before." He said laughing.

You rolled your eyes and carried on sorting out the clothes.

"Have you two....um.....You know?!" Harry asked that stupid smirk on his face again, his dimples showing.

"No, we have not. Niall just doesn't know when to knock before he comes into my room or the bathroom!"

"We have kissed though." Niall added.

"We were drunk in our first week in halls and played spin the bottle." You explained to Harry.

"Was a pretty amazing kiss if I remember rightly Libby."

"The best Niall!" You replied sarcastically.

"Ah come on Libby! Stop being so sarcastic and up tight! Come and have a drink with us. We've got Chinese food out there to."

A smile broke out on your lips.

"There's my girl. Come on gorgeous, let's gets drunk and stuff our faces with Chinese food." Niall said.

You looked over to Harry, he was watching you intently, before you caught him looking at your washing on the airer. A row of your skimpy thongs catching his eye. When he saw that you noticed he looked away, a blush appeared on his cheeks and those cute dimples popped up again.

Did you just think his dimples were cute? What the fuck was wrong with you?

Niall turned and left, Harry didn't look back as he followed him out.

The party at yours that night was actually only a small thing, only about twenty people, mainly Harry and Nialls friends from their business class. Eleanor and Louis came, but only stayed a few hours. One particular lad James, seemed to have attached himself to you. When you escaped to the bathroom to get away from him, you found Harry leaving his room and he wasn't alone.

You recognised the girl, Lucy as someone from your English Literature class. She only sat a few seats away from you and you didn't know her that well. It was clear however that Harry had got to know her well though. Both were flush in the face and he had his arm wrapped around her waist. An uneasy feeling engulfed you and it took you by surprise.

You avoided his eye as you turned and dipped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine before heading back to your room. Opening the screw cap you took a swig, noticing an empty glass on your desk, you poured yourself a generous amount.

*********

The next few weeks past by in a blur of revision and essays. Evenings spent in your room or at the library. You had successfully managed to avoid Harry on numerous occasions, only seeing him when he was half naked in the kitchen making his morning coffee. You would scarper off to the shower and come back to find a steaming cup of coffee on your desk.

Turning the page of your text book you highlighted some words in pink, hoping it would help you with your revision.

Silence filled the room, you couldn't concentrate with noise when you were revising. But there was a noise outside the door that you couldn't quite determine what it was. Opening your bedroom door you found Harry pacing back and forth along the hall.

"What are you doing?"

"I was um just coming to ask you about that band you like, you know that weird folky group."

He was being jittery and weird. You eyed him suspiciously.

"Who Infinity?"

"Yeah, they're at the student union tonight. Have a couple of tickets if you want one?"

"Oh cool, who's going?"

"Um, well there will be you and um......me? I don't know anyone who likes them."

"Then why did you get tickets, if you don't like them?"

He just shrugged, God he was annoying.

"So just you and me?!" You asked.

"It's not a date."

"I never presumed it was, just think it's weird how you've asked me considering how much you dislike me." You said.

"I don't dislike you."

"Really? You sure act like you do."

"Look I don't hate you. I've got these tickets, thought it would be fun to go together since we are trying to be nice to each other, but if you don't want to go, then fine."

"Fine I'll go, but you need to be my wingman if Niall isn't coming, just in case."

"I can do that."

"Good."

"Be ready at 7."

"Sure."

The student union was packed already by the time you made it in at 7:30. They weren't due to start until 8, so you both made your way over to the bar. It felt weird coming out in your own with Harry. Sure you'd been to the pub with him before. Harry and Niall met when you all started uni over two years ago, so there has been loads of occasions.

However you had always been in a group and due to the fact that you found him to be an annoying twat the majority of the time, you never sat next to him. It pained you to say it but he looks incredibly attractive tonight and you were worried about being his wingman.

Standing at the bar you were about to bring it up in conversation when you looked by the entrance and saw Liam arrived with a girl you didn't recognise.

"Urgh fuck." You mumbled under your voice.

"What? " Harry asked leaning right into you.

"Liam the ex has just turned up with someone."

You saw Harry casually look around the bar, spotting Liam before turning back to you.

"Don't worry about him. You ended on good terms didn't you?" He asked.

You were surprised that he knew this.

"Um, yeah we did." You said hiding the shock in your voice.

"Well, we can make him a little bit jealous. Plus you look so much better than that girl he's just arrived with."

"Did you just compliment me Styles? And wait.....jealous? How?"

"I compliment you all the time!"

"No you don't!"

"Are you sure?" He replied, looking confused.

"The only thing you do is take the piss out of me. And go back to the jealous part. I don't want Liam back though."

"I know, but we should let him see what he's missing."

Two shots and two beers appeared in front of you. Harry paid and you thanked him.

"Drink up and I'll show you." He said.

You clinked glasses before downing the shot. Some cheap apple sour that students found appetizing for some reason.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Not really." You said honestly with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Honestly Lib, you make out that I'm a bloody awful person or something."

"Not awful; annoying maybe."

"Hey, you should be nice to me. I got you this ticket didn't I?"

"Don't know why though."

"Cause I'm trying to be friends with you." He said all defensively.

"Look I'm sorry H."

He looked up when you called him by his nickname and smirked.

"I like you calling me H. It means we are friends now!"

"Shut up, god.....I really thought I'd offended you."

He smiled and leaned into you. He smelt amazing and you wanted to kick yourself for thinking so. Whispering in your ear he said. "Liam is coming over to the bar. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." You whispered back.

As he moved away from you, he brushed your hair from your face. His eyes were beautiful now you could see them up close. You saw him smile before placing a kiss on your forehead and wrapping his arm around your waist, his hand landed on your bum and he gave it a squeeze.

You looked up at him.

"Trust me." He whispered again.

You didn't know if Liam had seen you both stood at the bar, you didn't turn around and look. Standing there with Harry, his arm around your waist you didn't care if he had seen or not.

Grabbing another beer, he took your hand and you made your way into the main part of the venue. Finding a spot near the edge and close to the front.

When the band took to the stage, Harry placed his hand on the small of your back. His hand was warm and comforting, the venue was packed and although you didn't suffer with claustrophobia, Harry knew you hated being squashed in so much. In fact it was something he had taken the piss out of you for when you'd complained about a Radio One club night at the union last year. Thinking about it now, although he had taken the piss out of you at the time, he had also found your group a table by the exit so you felt more comfortable.

A few songs into the gig and Harry had removed his hand, which you weren't sure if you were happy about it not. Everything with him was so confusing, one minute he annoyed you and the next you couldn't stop thinking about his lips. How good they looked, all red and plump and incredibly kissable. He looked down at you with that smirk on his face that he always had, his dimples showing.

"What?" He mouthed.

"You're enjoying the band aren't you?" You said leaning up to whisper in his ear.

His arm instinctively wound around your waist and you leaned into him.

"They're ok, I suppose." He whispered back smiling.

With the last song having been played, you and Harry went back out to the bar area and joined the queue for a drink.

"Shall we have a couple more and then head home?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure." You replied.

You stood chatting about the gig while you waited to be served, not wanting to admit to yourself that you were having a really good time with him.

When it was your turn to be served, you went in front of Harry and ordered two beers. Looking to your right you saw Liam and his date further along the bar. He raised his hand to wave to you and you did the same back. Harry had obviously seen him because as soon as you turned around to hand him his beer he placed his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

"You are so much better than that girl he's with tonight." He whispered and you smiled.

You ended up staying for two more beers and two more shots, having bumped into some friends from your English Literature class. You stood talking to your friend Claire, who sat near you in class.

"You and Harry looked cosy tonight." She said. "Thought you hated him?"

You looked over at him, he was stood chatting to a couple of the lads but smiled when he saw you looking his way.

"Well, he moved into our flat when Eleanor moved out so I've kinda got to get on with him. We are both trying to make the effort to be friends, so it's not awkward."

"Well, you looked like more than friends earlier, plus he hasn't stopped looking over here."

"He's probably looking at you." You replied casually.

"I wouldn't say no, he's fucking gorgeous." She said and you suddenly felt jealous. It was not a feeling you liked.

But you liked the fact that she had noticed how you had been towards each other tonight. You hadn't wanted to tell her that you had deliberately been affectionate to each other to annoy Liam, not wanting to seem petty.

After an hour or two you were beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol. Harry seemed to sense you wanted to go home and appeared at your side.

"Ready to go home Love?" He asked you and Claire's eye went wide.

"Yeah, if that's ok?" You replied.

Saying good bye to your friends, Claire gave you a wink.

"What was that wink from Claire for?" Harry asked you as you got your coats from the cloakroom.

"She thinks we were cosy tonight and I think she might want to get in your pants." You smirked.

"Oh really. Seems my plan worked then."

"What plan?" You asked as you walked out of the student union.

"That Liam would be realising what he was missing and that I would look all cute and attractive to other women!"

"Ha! You're so funny!" You replied a drunken giggle escaping your lips . You pulled your denim jacket closer around you, the November air was cold tonight.

"Are you cold?" He asked you.

"Yeah, I should have put my thicker coat on tonight."

"Come here." He said grabbing your arms and wrapping them around his waist inside the warmth of his thick woollen coat. "Lets go to the chippy on the way home to."

"Great plan, I could murder some chips." You replied cuddling up to him.

Standing in the chip shop, he wouldn't let you remove your arms from him as he insisted he paid. You made your way slowly down the streets, still feeling the warmth of his body as he carried the chips and you drunkenly laughed about your evening.

***********

You were studying the library one morning when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

"Who you been shagging?" Niall had text.

"No one, what the hell are you on about?" You replied.

"Then you've got a secret admirer!"

"What?"

"Bouquet of flowers just arrived for you at the flat."

"Shut the fuck up Horan."

"I'm serious. Can I read the note?"

And he added a picture of the flowers that were currently sitting on the living room table.

"No, you can't. I'll be home in an hour."

When you arrived back at the flat, your eyes instantly landed on the bouq. They were beautiful.

Niall appeared from his room, desperate to see you open the card so he could see who they were from. But as you did you could see there was no name, just a sentence.

"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you was beyond my control."

"What the hell?" You said checking the card and seeing that they were definitely addressed to you.

"So, who is he?"

"I have no idea. Probably just a joke."

"That's an expensive joke." He replied.

You just shook your head, taking the flowers into the kitchen and finding a vase for them before taking them into your room and shutting the door.

You didn't want to think about who could have sent them or who you hoped they had been from.

**** ******

As the days came and went, the month of December arrived. Niall couldn't be arsed to put up the Christmas tree, he didn't want to last year either. So one Monday afternoon you got the stuff from the bottom of your wardrobe and set about decorating the flat. The artificial tree you had was a hand me down from your grandparents who wanted a smaller one for their bungalow. So you had a massive 7ft tree shoved into the corner of the living room of your tiny flat.

With Christmas tunes blaring through your speaker, you sat on the sofa and began untangling the Christmas lights. Harry walked in just as you were plugging them in. On all fours, head under the tree he had an uninterrupted view of your arse.

"Holy shit." You heard him mutter under his breath.

You got a little buzz from knowing that you had effected him, especially when as you stood up you caught him adjusting himself. You eyed him suspiciously.

"Um, hi Lib." He mumbled. "Need a hand with anything?"

"You can hang some on these decorations on the tree if you like?"

"Sure." He replied, dropping his things by the door.

You worked in silence apart from the occasional hum from both of you along with the music.

With the tree decorated, you sat on the floor and opened the box with decorations for the rest of the flat. There was a wreath for the front door, various garlands to hang from the ceiling and some plastic mistletoe.

"Where does this all go?" Harry asked as he sat down to, his back leaning against the sofa.

"The garlands go around the ceiling in here, I'll get a chair in a minute."

"What about this?" He said raising his eyebrows and holding up the mistletoe above our heads.

"That was Niall last year, trying to see if could get a kiss off me and El. Had it fucking everywhere!"

"Ah right." He replied. That annoying smug grin on his face again as usual.

He kept looking up towards the mistletoe and then back across to you.

"Fancy it then?!"

"Um, no."

"Oh go on! It's tradition!"

"Harry, you're all talk. If I kissed you, you would freak out and then probably take the piss out of me for weeks!"

"No, I wouldnt! " He laughed.

"Oh really?" You replied, your voice low and seductive.

You'd never been one to try and seduce someone or been a tease but you could have some fun with this.

He noticed the change in your demeanour and the smug grin disappeared off his lips. Instead he licked them softly with the tip of his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours.

Two can play at this game you thought, as you moved closer to him. He didn't let up his gaze, even when you climbed oonto his lap. Your legs landed on either side of his, the mistletoe was still hovering above you as you leaned down. You could tell he didn't know what to do with his other hand, but you hadn't expected him to place it on your waist, his thumb grazing your bare skin.

You were not going to bow out before him.

Your hands were placed gently against his chest, it was firm under your touch. The plain V neck t-shirt he had on gave just a glimpse of the swallows adorning his chest.

There was no backing out now. You couldn't let the cocky shit win this stupid game. You knew he expected you to move off him any second.

Instead you didn't, you leaned down and grazed your lips against his, he let out a soft sigh. Moving your hands up to his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair and ground your hips against his. The noise he made was intoxicating, you heard him drop the mistletoe and felt his other hand reach up to your cheek.

He moved himself forward to kiss you harder, not liking the slow pace. When he lifted his knees up, you slide closer to him causing him to rub against your core, your mouth opened to emit a low moan and he slipped his tongue inside. You had no idea what had come over you as you kissed him harder, moving your hips back and forth, loving the sounds he made.

Who would have guessed that the argumentative twat from your English LIterature class could kiss like this? You knew you should stop, but he was clearly enjoying himself from what you could feel below you and you knew you were to, your core was throbbing.

The jangle of keys and the loud voice of your Irish flatmate had you breaking apart and climbing off his lap.

You quickly shoved the garlands and mistletoe back in the box and saw Harry grab a cushion and place it over his lap. Niall was on his phone when he walked in, he gave you both a nod before heading to his room.

"Well, that was unexpected." He whispered.

***********

You didn't speak of the kiss again. Niall didn't mention hanging up the mistletoe but you noticed the garlands had appeared on the ceiling when you got back from class the next afternoon.

With an exam just before Christmas break it gave you lots of excuse to spend time in your room revising. You would sit the English Lit exam in the morning and be on the train back to Cambridge in the afternoon. A two week break at home was what you needed.

It was nearing 9:30pm one Wednesday evening, when you heard a knock on the bedroom door.

"Yeah." You called out, not looking up from your papers.

"I ........um ....... made you some dinner earlier if you want it?"

You looked up to find Harry standing in your doorway, dressed in joggers and a t-shirt he looked comfy and extremely huggable.

Urgh, what was wrong with you? Why was this normally annoying twat being so nice and fucking attractive?

"Thanks, I'll be out in just a minute."

Eleanor was right, Harry was a good cook. He'd made a creamy chicken spinach pasta from scratch and it was delicious. When you had got back from your lecture at 2pm that afternoon, you'd grabbed a packet of crisps and a glass of juice and only left your room once to use the loo.

"Thought you might be hungry, since you've not left your room in hours."

"I was, thanks. How's um your revision going?"

"Ok I guess, I went to the library but it was really busy so came back here about 4. Revised for a bit then made some food. Thought the smell might entice you out!"

"It was good, thanks."

You ate in silence, sitting side by side on the sofa, Harry was watching some comedy quiz show. Niall came home just as you finished eating, sitting himself down in the arm chair.

"Where's my dinner?" He asked.

"You weren't here." Harry said laughing. "And I'm not your bloody wife Niall!"

"You made Libby some."

"Shes been revising for 7 hours straight."

"I've been busy to, working up an appetite."

"Busy?! Doing what?!"

"I may have spent the afternoon in bed with Erin. " He said smugly.

"Erin Dooley?!" You scoffed.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you're in trouble!" Harry laughed as he looked at you.

"What? Why?"

"Everyone knows shes a major clinger!" You laughed.

"Yeah, you'll be married by Valentine's!" Harry added.

You both started laughing at him and he didn't seem impressed when you high fived each other.

"Since when did you two become all chummy?!" He questioned.

You paused your laughing then. Did he know what had happened last week? It would seem that Harry hadn't told him, but he could clearly tell something was up.

"Just decided to get along since we are living together now." Harry said.

"Yeah, he's still an annoying twat, but I get past it now." You added.

You saw a flash of hurt on Harry's face and regretted your choice of words instantly. You definitely needed to get away from him for the Christmas break. Things had been so strange between you since the gig you went to together. Not to mention the ridiculously intense kiss from last week. And the flowers, you still hadn't figured out who they were from.

The exam went well and you were relieved to be on the train back to Cambridge that afternoon. You unpacked your clothes into your old room and took the bag of Christmas presents down stairs to place under the Christmas tree. When you got towards the bottom of the bag there was a small box that didn't look familiar. Taking it out you looked at the tag.

Merry Christmas Libby love H xxxx

Taking the box back upstairs, you hid it amongst your clothes in the drawer, ready to open on Christmas day.

After presents on Christmas morning with your family, you all made your way upstairs to get dressed. Sitting on your bed, you took the present in your hand.

You had no idea why he had got you something, was this some sort of a joke?

Opening the present though and you soon realised it wasn't a joke. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace with a letter L for the charm. Why had he done this? It was beautiful.

Taking out your phone you typed up a message.

"Thankyou for my present, I love it. Why did you get me something? I didn't get you anything. Lib x"

"Just wanted to show you that I'm not always an annoying twat. x"

"I know you're not. I'm glad we are friends now. x"

"Me to. X"

"Merry Christmas H x"

"Merry Christmas Lib x"

************

You were first to arrive at the flat that Wednesday lunchtime. Harry was due back today and Nialls flight from Ireland would be back late tomorrow.

You put all the decorations away, dismantling the tree before heading out to the supermarket. There was literally nothing in the house. You picked up some milk, bread and some stuff to make dinner.

Harry was home when you got back to the flat.

"Hey, how was your christmas?" You asked, hoping he would notice the necklace he had got you was around your neck.

"Good thanks, when did you get back?"

"A couple of hours ago. Just got some stuff for dinner if you fancy it?"

"Oh I've got a date." He replied looking at the floor.

"Ok, no worries." You replied smiling, but your heart broke in that moment.

After going back into his room, you hid away in your room until you heard him shout out a goodbye and the flat door close with a bang. You couldn't be bothered to cook the food you'd brought, so made yourself some toast and sat in your room drinking your wine.

You'd hoped when you went home for Christmas that your thoughts of Harry would disappear, but then when you opened the gift it all went wrong.

You spent the evening browsing social media and drinking your wine. You were suitably tipsy when you heard the front door open and a girly giggly voice.

Great.

A few seconds later and you heard Harry's door close.

You definitely needed more wine.

Creeping out of your room, you made your way to the kitchen. You had just left the kitchen a few minutes later and were passing Harry's room when you heard raised voices.

"Who the fuck is Libby?"

Oh shit.

"Um, I never said that." You heard Harry reply.

"Yes you did. Why when we are half naked making out would you say someone else's name?!"

You could hear shuffling about, and you presumed that the girl was getting dressed. You had subconsciously started backing up towards the kitchen, ducking in just in time as Harry's door flung open. You didn't have time to close the door or even hide behind it before the girl came stomping past, not even noticing you in the dimly lit kitchen.

The front door closed with a bang and then Harry noticed you standing in the kitchen.

"Um.....did you hear what she said?" He asked, his voice so low it was almost a whisper.

You nodded.

"Is it true what she said? Were you thinking about me when you were kissing her?" You blurted out.

The bottle of wine you had drunk was definitely giving you the courage to say what you meant.

"I'm always thinking about you." He replied, his eye's never leaving yours.

You didn't reply, just stood staring at him. Your eyes took in the tattoos on his body, the way his soft brown hair was wild and a very evident erection in his boxer shorts.

"What do you think about?" You asked bravely, tilting your head to scope out his reaction.

"I um..... Think about how you'd taste, how you'd feel and the sounds you'd make."

Both of you just stood still, wondering who would speak next.

You realised you hadn't taken a breath.

Silence filled the kitchen, he stood just a few metres away. You were worried he could hear the way your heart had started to beat faster. The shock of his honest words had made heat rise up your body. The kitchen was cold, it was nearing midnight but your whole body was on fire.

You closed the distance between you both, not being able to stand not touching him anymore. That want for him was taking over and you didn't care in this moment if he rejected you.

Standing right in front of him you could hear the way his breath had begun to speed up, the anticipation of what would happen on his mind. Placing a hand on his waist, you leaned up and kissed along his jaw. You heard him take a deep breath, one of his hand mimicking yours and landing on your waist. The other one reached up, his fingers gliding through your hair. He smelt amazing, the lingering scent of his cologne taking over your senses.

You kissed along his jaw, hearing him hiss and pant as your lips made their way down his neck and across his chest. The moan he made when you'd grazed your fingers across his erection made your core ache.

You were desperate to hear him moan your name.

As you stroked him slowly over the fabric of his boxers he said it.

"Lib...... Mmmmmm ...........fuck........ more......"

Running your fingers across the top of the elastic waist, you slipped them down, his erection sprang free and he moaned at the feeling of being released. His fingers that were entwined in your hair, moved your face to his. He kissed you hard as you began stroking him, your fingers gliding up and down his length.

He didn't waste any time, moving his hands to your waist and lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him and he ground his erection against you.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that." He whispered against your lips. "But I can't keep away from you. Can't stop thinking about you."

You let out a moan as he rubbed himself against you, your clit throbbing at the feeling.

"God, Harry please fuck me." You begged.

Letting your feet hit the floor, he helped you pull down your knickers and pulled your t shirt over your head. Standing in your kitchen naked with Harry was not something you thought would happen. You were thankful that Niall was still in Ireland.

He lifted you up again, pressing your back against the wall before sliding half way inside you. Pausing he looked at you for a moment before you whispered. "More."

He smiled then, before sliding all the way in. His fingers were gripping on your bum hard, his knees bent. You leant your forehead against his, a smile on your lips matching his.

"You are fucking amazing Lib." He said as he began pounding into you.

"So are you." You replied and you let out a gasp at how deep he was.

"You like that? You like when I fuck you hard?" He smirked, and for once you didn't want to wipe it off his face.

"God yes." You panted.

"Want me to fuck you harder? Want it rough do you?"

"Yes, harder. Fuck me harder."

He thrust into you harder than you've ever been fucked before, the heat already rising in your stomach.

The hair at the nape of his neck was getting damp, and you ran your fingers through it. He moved his forehead from yours to look at you, before looking down between your sweat covered bodies to watch himself slide in and out of you. He slowed down his pace and pushed you harder against the wall so he could move one of his hands to where your bodies met. Rubbing his thumb across your clit in time with his thrusts, you knew you were close.

"Harry, fuck...........yes. " You whispered as you threw your head back and clenched around his cock.

"Libby, do that again, clench around me." He demanded.

You did it again, making your orgasm keep going and become more intense. It felt like it was never going to stop as you saw lights before your eyes and a feeling of complete bliss came over you.

Harry came hard seconds later, mumbling your name as he spilled himself inside of you with three hard thrusts. A few more random pushes of his hips and he was done for. His head falling between the valley of your breasts. Both of your chests were heaving, neither of you said a word, you just ran your fingers through his damp hair.

You stayed like that, bodies flush against each other for a few minutes, relishing in what had just happened. Harry began placing kisses between your breasts, gently at first but then faster that had you giggling at how ticklish it felt. He began to soften inside you and he released your legs so your feet slid to the floor. Moving his hands up to your face, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. It was a long slow kiss that you never wanted to stop.

Pulling back, both of you were searching for regret in the others eyes, but neither could see it. You smiled at each other, his dimples appearing and filling your heart with happiness. Leaning down he picked up his boxers and your clothes from the floor, taking your hand and walking to the bathroom.

Neither of you said a word as you both cleaned up and put your clothes back on. Looking in the large mirror above the sink, you saw him watching you.

Clearly he wanted to say something but wasn't sure what.

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Definitely."

Walking up the next morning, you found that Harry had wrapped himself around you. The cold morning meant you were quite happy to stay snuggled up with him. Last night had been amazing, after climbing into your bed together, you had talked about your Christmas breaks and what you got up to on New Years Eve. Neither of you had wanted to fall asleep, but eventually you both fell into a peaceful slumber.

You didn't know if what had happened was a one time thing or if he wanted to make it something more. If you were being honest with yourself about how you felt about him, then you definitely wanted more. Not a full-blown relationship, but you knew you didn't want to just be his fuck buddy.

Hearing his breathing change, you realised he was waking up. You froze, wondering if he was going to regret what happened. When you heard him hum a happy sigh when he snuggled closer to you, it made you smile. Placing a kiss on your shoulder he whispered a Good Morning to you. You replied the same, before finding yourself on your back with a very smiley Harry hovering over you.

There were definitely no regrets from either of you as you rode him hard that morning or when you were pushed up against the shower wall, not even an hour later. Both of you were ravenous when you finally got dressed. After eating breakfast, you both retreated back to your room where you laid on your bed listening to music.

"Do you want to go out and do something tonight?" He asked you, as he pulled you into his lap.

You straddled his thighs, hands pressed against his chest.

"Like what?" You asked.

"I don't know, like a date to the cinema or something?"

"A date?!"

"Yeah, can I not ask my girl on a date?!"

"Didn't know I was your girl." You replied all coy.

"Well you are, I'm not letting you get away." He smiled back.

You leaned into kiss him just as your door opened.

"Hi Lib, I'm......... Well what do we have here then?" Niall smirked.

"Niall! Can you knock please?! " You shouted at him.

"I did! You two were clearly too busy dry humping each other to hear me."

You shook your head in annoyance.

"How was your Christmas break mate?" Harry asked him.

"Good thanks. Right I'm going to the pub in half an hour." He said looking at his watch. "Will you two be done by then to come with me?"

"Shut up!" You replied.

"Whatever. Anyway it's about time you two got together. All that sexual tension was getting annoying."

You hid your head in Harry's chest, feeling it vibrate from his laugh.

"As long as you don't start fucking in the kitchen or something I'm cool with it." He said and your eyes widened.

Harry bit his lip to try and stop laughing again.

Niall looked disgusted.

"Please tell me you didnt?!.........Oh for fucks sake.....Well I hope you cleaned up after yourselves ya dirty fuckers!"

Then he walked out and slammed the door.

Harry leaned up and kissed you.

"That was funny." You said smiling.

"His face was a picture. So how about that date?!"

#Harry #Harry styles au #Harry fanfic #Harry fan fiction #Harry smut #enemies to friends to lovers #Niall horan #Harry styles fan fiction #Emily writes #Harry one shot #Harry styles one shot

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travllingbunny · 6 years ago

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The 100 rewatch: 1x01 Pilot

I’m a new fan of The 100, who first binged it last year, August to November. This is my first full rewatch of the show. I was planning to start it anyway and finish it before the season 6 premiere on April 30, and when I saw that Fox Serbia was airing a rerun (Monday to Friday, 40 min. after midnight, with repeats the next day), starting on 1st February, it was a great opportunity to start my rewatch in HDTV on my beautiful new TV. I decided to do write-ups and tag other fans on SpoilerTV website, as I did when I was first watching the show. But my posts turned into full blown essays. So, finally, after over a week, I’ve realized: Why don’t I post them on my Tumblr blog, too? I’ll copy my write-ups of the first 7 episodes, and then I’ll post my rewatch posts after I watch each episode. (The next one, 1x08, is on Monday’Tuesday.)

Spoilers below for all 5 seasons of the show. I go of on a tangents and make a lot of references to future events.

Rating: I'd give the Pilot 4/10, maybe 4.5/10 if I'm generous.

Episode opens on Clarke's voiceover. The first mention of how Ark came to be. There were "12 nations" with stations in the beginning, 97 years earlier, and the current Ark is "one station forged from the many". Which begs some questions: how did they manage to make everyone on the Ark speak English (and in American accents), why are they so culturally uniform? Did they try to do it by force? And why did big powers like China and Russia go along with it? But world-building has never been this show's strength. The opening scene shows Clarke drawing, and focuses on her father's watch. Some facts I had forgotten - the cells on the Ark were called "Skybox". Clarke says she is turning 18 in a month. This means she turned 18 sometime in late season 1 and was about 18 and a half year old in season 4. In season 5, she should be about 24 and a half year old. Abby is the first other major character to appear. Abby to Clarke "Your instincts will tell you to take care of everyone else first, like your father", stressing that this is the similarity between Clarke and Jake. "I can't lose you, too, I love you so much" First appearance of Jaha - on the video played to the Delinquents on the dropship. The kids comment: "your dad's a dick, Wells". Yes, he is. "If we knew for sure the Earth was survivable, we would send others. You are being sent down because your crimes have made you expendable". Oh god, he's awful. He became a more enjoyable character in season 4, just because of his interactions with other characters, but he's always been an a-hole. Jaha tells the kids to go to Mount Weather, explains what it is and that it has supplies for about 300 people to survive for 2 years. I had completely forgotten that there were so many Mount Weather references. This was clearly a storyline that was planned from the beginning. The first casualties on the show - 2 Delinquents who imitated Finn's stupid behavior on the dropship, but, unlike him, were killed when the ship crash-landed. When they land, it turns out they landed on a wrong mountain, instead of Mount Weather, due to a technical error. Who knew that this was the luckiest thing that ever happened to them? Clarke and Wells later insist that the kids should go to MW ASAP and find supplies. Every time someone in the episode talks about Mount Weather and says things like "We have to find Mount Weather to survive", it's so ironic now. No, you need to run as far from Mount Weather as possible. Run, run, fast, and don't turn back. At the end of the episode, they try to cross the river, and Jasper even finds a Mount Weather sign. In retrospect, they are so lucky they did not go through with it, after Jasper got speared, but who was to know? Kane looks so young compared to his season 5 self. And it's funny to see early Kane, who was kind of a bad guy. He's so pessimistic and insisting on ruthless solutions as necessary, a total opposite of where his views end up later. But the one consistent trait is that he's always been so stubborn about sticking to whatever course of action he thinks is best, and even naive about it. At this point, he's all about sticking to the rules. And here's Shumway, who seems to want the culling to happen even more than Kane does. I never understood what the supposed difference in policy was between Diana and Jaha. Diana was claiming to be fighting for the rights of the underprivileged? But Shumway is working for her, and wants the culling to happen, Jaha and Kane are intending for the culling to happen... What's the difference? They're all the same. Shumway is also the one to tell Kane about Bellamy's shooting of Jaha - and Kane says they have a traitor. Shumway close-up, he says nothing. Foreshadowing. Scene between Kane and Abby near the end of the episode. Kane says he's the only one willing to do what needs to be done so they survive. Abby: "That's the difference between us, Kane. I choose to make sure we deserve to stay alive." Ironic how they'll end up switching positions during the Dark Year. But then Abby starts hating herself over what she has become. The thing I liked best about the Pilot the first time was that it was really good at explaining the premise and getting a lot of info across, without clunky exposition. Oh god, about half of the Pilot was sooo cheesy. Most of the scenes with kids on Earth are so teen-soapy. That's why I initially preferred the stuff on the Ark (but then a few episodes later, I felt the exact opposite). Especially 90% of Octavia's lines in the Pilot are so cringey,I remember I only found it to be 'just OK' at the time I first watched it, good enough to keep watching, but I only got hooked around 1x05 when it started losing most of its CWness. But now, after having seen the rest of the show, the tone is so weird - so teen-soapy. I guess the first time, I expected the show to be like that, because of the channel it's on - a teen-soap take on post-apocalyptic SciFi. The pop songs and the scenes with kids enjoying the Earth were so corny but I guess they were meant to be, to make the contrast bigger when something bad suddenly happens, like Jasper getting speared at the end of the episode. Or that mutant deer, that was a good scene. Funny that we never get to see any of the scary nature stuff again. What happened to the man-eating water snake? The show pretty much forgets all of that later, because we get human antagonists on Earth. I also probably blanked out a lot of the cheesy teen-soapy stuff the first time, because I wasn't interested, since I didn't even remember some of it. All the potential pairings and flirtations that went nowhere now seem so random and funny. They were clearly just throwing anything to the wall to see what sticks. Who remembers that Octavia used to have a thing for Finn in the Pilot and said "Finn is mine" to Clarke, and he briefly flirted with her? Then there was Jasper's crush on Octavia, but that one actually did last a bit longer in season 1. The show really seemed to be trying to make Finn the main heartthrob. Of course, Finn's main interest was flirting with Clarke non-stop and following her around all the time. The fact he started hitting on her immediately in the dropship really makes him look bad now (whether or not that was initially intended - since they probably still hadn't planned for Raven's character to exist.)

And look, here's Kelly Hu as Kane's girlfriend/Abby's best friend, who was clearly supposed to be one of the mains, and then completely disappeared without explanation after the Pilot. Kelly Hu was even in the main credits for the Pilot, right after Bob Morley, who was credited 6th - after Eliza and Paige and Thomas McDonnel and Eli Goree and after Marie. Which pretty much fits their screentime in the Plot. I doubt they were expecting Bellamy to become the male lead, Finn and Wells were clearly treated as the male leads. Speaking of Bellamy - AARGH, that terrible slicked-back hair! My eyes, my eyes!!! I remember now why I had such mixed feelings about him in the Pilot, unlike others who said they hated him. I mean, he was clearly meant to be seen as an antagonist at this point, but most of the things he says about the privileged and the elite on the Ark is true. I still think that the Ark leaders were the first villains introduced on the show. They sucked. Even if we weren't supposed to see them as villains, and even if some of them later changed and developed (Kane). I wasn't sure how much of what Bellamy said was just him using that rhetoric to manipulate the kids. but the first time he says "let the privileged do something for a change", he said it before he learned about the wristbands. So, some of that anger was sincere. (And it was certainly justified.) A bit later we see Bellamy listening carefully and formulating a plan as Clarke is explaining to the kids that the wristbands are transmitting their life signs to the Ark.

I don't know where the later idea of Bellamy as a completely hotheaded guy who can't act in a strategic or manipulative comes from. One of the first things we saw him do in the show was manipulate a bunch of younger people into something that would help him not get caught and executed by the Ark leaders, so he could stay and protect his sister. That's what he's doing for the fist few episodes. The first kids he convinces to take the wristbands off and make others do the same are Murphy and John Mbege. It's funny that Mbege's role was at this point almost as big as Murphy's. We still haven't seen Harper or Miller.

So many scenes of conflict between Bellamy and Wells in this episode. It seems like they probably meant for that dynamic to be an important one going forward, with the two of them as foils. "See you on the other side". Oh, god. Those lines will never be the same. It's actually Finn who said it first when he was about to cross the river by rope, but then Jasper went first to impress Octavia, and said that line for the first time. And here comes the spear. "We are not alone". Well, duh. But Clarke had to say that line for a very Lost-like ending to the Pilot. Geez, I can see how this bunch of clueless, silly kids with no weapons, fooling around, looked like such a dangerous invading force to the Grounders who saw them. Yes, the season 5 comparison between them and the heavily armed mass murderers from Eligius who immediately tried to kill the first people they ran across, was soooo apt... *sigh*.

#the 100 #the 100 rewatch #the 100 1x01 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #octavia blake #abby griffin #marcus kane #jasper jordan #wells jaha

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bbhyuckie · 7 years ago

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jaehyun x reader

librarian! au

genre: fluff

words: 1.7k

warnings: realistic portrayals of college life lol

ive said before that im being self indulgent with posts

but this is really it

im really out here writing this

lets get into this mess

so youre studying right

and you yourself do not have a laptop of your own

bc welcome to being a broke college kid im calling myself out

so you decide that youre gonna go to the library on campus bc sis,, cash in on the tuition money ok

so you go and youre like wow hahahaha i dont have a library card better sign up for one

so you go to the desk and theres no one there

just your luck really

you decide to wander around a little to see if theres anyone who can help you

and low and behold you stumble across someone

this young man knelt down by a shelf with a book rack next to him just humming softly and organizing books

and you catch his attention by clearing your throat slightly

he looks up and his eyes are big over the rims of his wire framed glasses that are clinging to the tip of his round button nose

and his hair is a little mussed from being bent down

but holy hell

youve read enough novels to know that this must be exactly what the characters are talking about when they say things like ‘love at first sight’

“sorry” he says as he standcs and brushes himself off “can i help you with anything?”

starstruck really

you manage to stutter out something about needing to register for a library card and he smiles so kindly it makes u want to melt

“sure!’ he says, motioning for you to follow him back up to the desk

is this what a trance feels like???

he asks you a few basic questions, like your name, your age, and what building your dorm is in so he can put it all on your new nifty library card

and then he turns around this lil webcam on top of his computer and asks you to stand in front of it and smile

and you do, awkwardly

and as hes looking down at the computer counting “3, 2, 1” he has this smile on his face like hes trying to hide it

and if that didnt make ur heart jump you dont know what ever would holy

so he prints off your card as youre still trying to recover from being in the presence of an angel

and he hands it to you and smiles

“library hours are 8 am to 12 am every day, but on the weekends i’m the one that closes. which means if you ever need some extra time to finish that essay you pushed off,,, i wont tell anyone”

aND HE W I NK S

and not lot a hot wink

but a cute?? wink??? if thats possible

like you have a secret with him now and its safe

you wonder absently as you stare down at the black and white picture of yourself on the back of your new card if he tells everyone about him closing on the weekends

and if he doesnt does that make you special???/

you smile and thank him again, maybe a little more confidently than before and head for the door

you realise as youre halfway out that you came here to study on the computers but you really need some time to sit down and process the fact that you just say an actual angel

you can do your math homework on your phone for one more night if it means you can turn down your body heat from screaming blushing mess to slightly embarrassed rosy cheeks

the next time you get a chance to run by the library on campus, it just so happens to be sunday

you catch yourself wondering if dream boy meant friday and saturday or saturday and sunday when he said weekends

thats not important right now

what is important is that you have actual business to do in the library today

and that business is to pick up hamlet for your english class

you check in and someone else is at the front desk

you try not to let yourself feel disappointed

i mean you met him once for christs sake

the guy at the front is equally as attractive as dream boy from the previous week, but a little more relaxed to talk to since he isnt giving you any flirty subtones

the kid is all business really

he tells you that his name is doyoung if you need anything else

you ask how he got the job there, out of curiousity

because really, both of the librarians youve encountered seem pretty young for the standard librarian stereotype

doyoung explains that its a work-study job, so nearly all the people that work there are students at the university and work in between classes or on their off days to make some extra cash or pay off some tuition

and you can get behind that!!

so doyoung is cool and you decide you can go to him to ask questions instead

because while dream boy is a dream boy with pretty cheekbones and nice lips and a smooth voice and a good sense of style and a great height without insoles and looks great with glasses and has the most captivating eyes

hes a lil distracting lol

anyway you find yourself in the shakespearean section

and you grab a hamlet off the shelf and head back up to the front to have doyoung check the book out to you

and as hes handing you the book back you get a classroom notification saying that, despite common belief, the book rental wasnt due by tomorrow, but the whole book reading is due by tomorrow

you wonder how the fuck professors get away with shit like this and then you remember that you didnt bother to read the syllabus so you cant really get too mad at anyone but yourself

so you find a table that looks like it has the comfiest chairs and cozy up for a long evening of reading and annotating

(depending on who you are you either love or hate hamlet, either way it is exhausting to annotate anything from that man so bear with me ok)

five hours later and ⅔ of the annotations later it is 11:56pm

and you havent noticed

you hadnt noticed much of anything happening in the real world after you popped in a headphone and started reading about guards seeing a ghost

that is until someone plops down in the seat in front of you and asks

“so what are you studying”

and you look up, a little delayed because youre finishing a notation

only to find that its dream boy

and your brain blanks for a sec bc wow every time you see him its kinda like?? ouch???? my heart bro

so you just kind of shake your head and mutter some “im not really sure anymore”

and theres some truth to that!! first there were ghosts and now theres dead girlfriends dads and dead girlfriends and talking about a skull in a graveyard

that play is really a wild ride brother

and dream boy sits there and laughs, wholesomely

you could die happy

“yeah i get that” he says, rubbing the back of his neck

theres a pause that carries on a bit too long

“wanna hear a dumb joke?” he asks suddenly

you smile then, partially out of exhaustion and partially because wow?? cutie

“sure” you say

“okay. what do you call a nervous javelin thrower?”

you pause for a sec bc wtf

“dunno. what do you call them?”

he flashes this cute fucking grin that you know is supposed to be slick but just comes off as wholesome and says

“shakespeare”

and you shouldve seen that coming wow

and its so dumb that you actually??? giggle????? and that turns into a laugh??

youre probably just exhausted from annotations but maybe that was actually funny

and his smile softens like hes made progress on something

“y/n, right? i dont think i ever actually introduced myself. i’m jaehyun”

he smiles and reaches across the tabe and you take his hand

its warm and strong and you try not to think about it too hard

“well, y/n, library loses here in another two minutes or so.”

he sees the look on your face fall

“but never fear!” he leans forward and lowers his voice

you hold your breath

“i told ya you could stay, didnt i?”

his smile is closed lipped and cute and genuine

before you can say anything hes up and ushering the last few people out of the library, telling them good night and good luck with their classes tomorrow

youre kind of caught in a brain dead daze after finally being pulled from your studying to watching this cute librarian named jaehyun bustle around and lock doors and turn off lights

and when he finally gets back to you he clicks on the lamp on the table youre working at and sets a cup of coffee in front of you

he mustve made it as you were falling asleep with your eyes open

you thank him copiously before asking

“i thought you let everyone stay after hours when you closed”

he looks up over the rim of his mug with a surprised look in his eyes

he shakes his head as swallows the clearly too hot coffee

“not at all. most of the time i kick them out and study by myself.”

he blushes like its a confession and it makes you feel,,,, something

but you dont want to press

so you just reach out and offer your other headphone to him because if you dont know what to say then you can both enjoy some good study music

so he pulls out his homework for the night and the two of you sit there and study

you sip off your coffee occasionally and both of you nod your heads to the music playing in your ears

he hums along to the ones he knows and a thought skips across your mind

you could get used to this

(theres a 100000% chance there will be a part two to this)

#nct #nct imagines #nct x reader #jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #doyoung #nct doyoung #nct u #nct127 #librarian au #i love jaehyun #hes my closet bias #library.txt

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woonybin · 4 years ago

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Freebandz Feleki Friday

so uhmmmm in honor of November 20th, the birth date of our founding father almighty author of the Bible of Misogyny, I‘m taking you to a trip we call

✨Freebandz Feleki Friday ✨

Let it be known that should the circumstance arise in which the musical production technician of the hip hop genre known as "Prepubescent Metropolis" lacks the confidence to comfortably instill a sense of trustworthiness into you due to past dispositions regarding the nature of your character, you have my certainty that I will be arming myself with one of many various caliber ballistic combat firearm weapons and after loading a magazine which contains the ammunition on which the projectile lethality is based, and loading a single unit of this ammunition into the capacity chamber of the weaponized warfare mechanism after disengaging the safety locking unit located on the firearm, I will be acquiring the physical space which your biological presence encapsulates into the appropriate sighting contraptions affixed to my caliber combat gadget, so that I may then exert force form my index finger onto the trigger mechanism of the weapon system and set forth a ballistics reaction which will launch a bullet-like projectile into the general direction of which you are present, with the ambition that said bullet will penetrate your epidermis and burrow deeply into your vital organ systems, leading to the internal flowing of crimson life liquids, external spillage of said liquids, and severe damage of biological tissues deemed only repairable by an appropriately trained surgeon. One of the ways we can thank uncle Future for keeping us from ending it all is to take 20 minutes of the day on enlightening our little hollow selves and have a little bit of reading and skim a lil bit onto an essay about humor titled Keeping Up With Science by Hungarian writer László Feleki, that was included in the 1973 anthology A Random Walk In Science, a collection of the wit & intellect of the scientific mind, a compendium of comments both lighthearted and serious by scientists that reveal their intensely human ambitions frustrations and elation. In Keeping Up With Science, Feleki explores the roles of humor (specifically scientific humor) as a sort of cultural defense mechanism against the incomprehensibly fast-paced technological progress of modern society. He said: “Our life has become so mechanized and electronified that one needs some kind of an elixir to make it bearable at all. And what is this elixir if not humor?”

▫️what exactly makes a joke funny? ▫️how does an intelligent joke remain a joke without diluting the intellectual and remain intelligent without compromising the funny? Feleki answers.. ▫️to laugh at a joke without analyzing it is work half done ▫️humor as a fluid serves to dilute the hard facts of life, making it possible to swallow and digest them ▫️humor eludes definition ▫️humor is not “light” literature ▫️parody is a humorous genre of literature

László Feleki writes:

With the invention of the steam engine, the hell of science broke loose. Since then one admirable discovery has followed the other. Today no human brain is capable of comprehending the whole of science. Today there are part-sciences with part-scientists. [Hu]man has hopelessly surpassed himself. He[/she/they/it] can be proud of this, but he[/she/they/it] is no longer able to keep track of his[/her/they/its] own achievements.

Our life has become so mechanized and electronified that one needs some kind of an elixir to make it bearable at all. And what is this elixir if not humor? It is decisive for the present and future of mankind whether humor and science can keep in step…

Considering the question of humor to be one of “extraordinary importance,” Feleki notes that “to laugh at a joke without analyzing it, is work half done” and dude sets out to explore what humor actually is:

The term “humor” itself means fluid or moisture, indicating that already the ancient Greeks must have known both moisture and humor. Humor as a fluid probably served to dilute the hard facts of life making it possible to swallow and digest them. Humor is, of course, palatable even without moisture; in such cases we are dealing with dry humor.

But still, this budapest mf Feleki concedes that one of the hallmarks of humor is how it eludes definition. Instead, he outlines “some partial truths about humor”:

It is evident that humor is difficult to write and therefore is certainly not “light” literature.

Parody is a humorous genre of literature. A really good parody or take-off is better than the original.

The basis of acid humor is ulcers. Many humorists have ulcers.

Truth is often humorous simply because it is so unusual that it makes people laugh.

The greatest blessing of humor is that it relaxes tension. It is really indispensable in situations when there is nothing left but a big laugh.

Feleki goes on to demonstrate the tenets of the science of humorology through a single joke, which he himself told to an acquaintance at the Hungarian Academy of Sciences:

Two geologists converse in a cafe. One of them says: “Yes, unfortunately fifteen years from now the Sun will cool, and then all life on Earth will perish.” A card-player nearby has been half listening to the joke, and turns in terror to the geologist: “What did you say? In how many years will the Sun cool?” “Fifteen billion years,” the scientist replies. The card-player lets out a sigh of relief: “Oh, I was afraid you said fifteen million!”

But as my guy Feleki awaits an outburst of laughter, or at the very least an amused smile from the professor, he is faced with nothing but “brown study, rock-bottom humiliation for a teller of jokes.”

Just as he began to wonder whether his companion had understood the joke, the professor gave an appreciative nod, which he substantiated with a romp through the history of philosophical theories explaining humor: aight let the trip begin.

The joke is good… If we accept Aristotle’s definition according to which the comic, the ridiculous is some fault, deficiency or ugliness which nonetheless causes no pain or trouble, we will find the joke just heard meets these criteria. The cooling of the Sun is certainly a deficiency, or more accurately heat deficiency, although it is not ugliness, for even a chill celestial object can be a very pleasing sight as there are several examples in the universe to demonstrate.

And, then, what about Hobbes’s hypothesis? In his treatise on the causes of laughter this mf said that laughter is the feeling of pride, as seeing the weakness of others, we experience our own intellectual superiority.

The joke also satisfies the contrast theory. For (according to Kunt) contrast is the essence of the comic. And in fact it would be difficult to imagine a sharper contrast than that existing between the ephemeral life of man and cosmic time.

In Schopenhauer’s terms, this can also be taken as the disharmony of a concept with some realistic object with which it is associated. Indeed, the card-player who sighs with relief at the idea that he can calmly continue his card-playing until the 14 millionth year of his life, for it will remain warm enough, entertains a most unrealistic thought within the context of a most realistic idea that men like to live as long as possible and dislike the cold. :s

Nor is Bergson’s theory of automatism left out of account, because the protagonist is jolted out of the mathematically induced natural time sense that measures human life.

To sum it up, I repeat that the joke is funny. Hence I am fully justified in laughing at it.

With this, the professor burst into uncontrollable laughter “so hard that tears flowed and he held his sides.” Feleki returns to the heart of the matter:

It was easy to laugh in the past at the modest jokes which involved the Little Idiot, the two traveling salesmen, someone’s mother-in-law, the drunk, or the Scotsman. Only a small surprise element had to be provided for the listener. A proper appreciation of scientific humor requires the proper scientific qualifications. The vital need to future generations is for a scientific education so they can have the incomparable surcease of humor in order to endure the state of perfection to which man and life will have been reduced by the process of science.

Just consider what degree of culture and education is required to understand the joke which is said to have practically drawn tears of laughter from Einstein and Oppenheimer.

One photon asks the other photon weaving about in space:

“Can’t you move straight? You must be drunk again!”

The other photon protests vehemently: “What do you expect? Can’t you see that I am getting soaked in a gravitational field?”

Yes, this is coming, this is what we have to get prepared for.

#future #happybirthdayfuture #freebandz #youngmetro #educashun #LITerary #gang #Feleki

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wildflowerhowell · 7 years ago

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I Found, chapter 2

Dan Howell and Phil Lester hate each other, and everyone at the Ida Gatley school of dance knows it. So what happens when the two are paired together to choreograph and perform a duet at England's most renowned contemporary dance competition?

word count (in total): 22,139

chapters: 12

genre: fluff and angst

tw: none

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“I’m home!” Dan slung his bag off his shoulders and onto one of the hooks next to his front door, alerting whoever was home that he was back from school. As he started towards the kitchen to get some food, he heard the voice of his older brother, Charlie, coming from the lounge.

“How was school?” Dan could see that his brother was laying on the grey suede couch, watching TV. Dan gave a vague noise that suggested his distaste. “Caldwell can’t be treating you that poorly, can it?” Charlie laughed as Dan sat next to him, taking a bite from a leftover slice of pizza from last night’s dinner.

Dan could tell his brother was laughing at the thought of Caldwell Prep, the school Dan was currently attending. Charlie had graduated last year. Caldwell was referred to by the students that attended it as Cald-Hell, due to its rude and incompetent teachers, jocks that pretty much ran the place, and tendency to make the students want to drop out after their first week there. Dan used to have a fairly consistent sleep schedule, but it was completely tossed out the window and replaced with countless projects, essays, and reports that he’d work on for hours into the night. Most of the kids there were snobby rich kids who managed to keep up amazing grades, partake in at least three different extracurriculars each, and have a social life all at once. Dan didn’t know how they did it.

“Yeah, school’s been pretty shit lately. I’m pretty sure all my teachers planned on giving major projects all at the same time just because they’re evil and they can.”

“That sucks, dude.”

“But it could be worse,” Dan said with a mouth full of pizza, “I could be completely friendless or something.”

“Oh yeah, isn’t Liam coming over later?” Charlie referred to Dan’s best friend. He looked over at his little brother, who nodded. “You don’t have dance?” He inquired, a bit confused. Dan always had dance on Fridays.

“Nah, my tap instructor is supposed to have her baby this week and she said we all deserved a day off.”

“I see. What are you two gonna do? I need to know if I should get out of the house. Are you aware that the last time he came over, you two couldn’t stop screaming at the TV? You two were literally screaming. My poor fucking ears,” he whined.

“Hey, the Vine compilations we watched were really funny. You’d be laughing as loud as we were if you saw them. And to answer your question, we’re gonna go into town. There’s this bakery that Liam has been talking about wanting to go to for ages. “

“But is he staying the night?”

Dan chuckled. “Yeah.”

Charlie threw his head back in exasperation and let out an overdramatic sigh. “Fuck! I was planning on getting some sleep, you know!”

“Calm down, we’ll try to keep quiet.”

“You say that,” Charlie whined, ”But I know I’ll be kept up by your shouting over a video game or TV show or whatever.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.” Dan laughed as he stood up, having finished his slice of cold pepperoni pizza. “Liam’s gonna be here in about 30 minutes.”

“I guess I’d better cherish this next half-hour before my peace and quiet is ruined.” Charlie frowned at Dan, who was now back in the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

“Oh shut up,” Dan scoffed, “Even if he can be loud, you like him.” The younger brother caught the older one roll his eyes, although he was grinning at the same time.

“You got me there. I can admit that Liam is pretty cool.”

As Dan started towards the hallway that his bedroom was connected to, he pointed knowingly at his brother. “I’ll be in my room if you need me. See you later.”

“See you.”

“Dude, I’m so fucking excited.” Liam stared out of the passenger seat window of Dan’s car, taking in London’s skyline with his dark brown eyes.

“Liam, chill. They’re only donuts.”

Liam looked over at his best friend with wide eyes. “Yeah, Only donuts with a five star rating on my favorite blog. Do you know how hard it is to get five stars on that blog?” The boy shook his head disapprovingly and went back to staring out the window.

After a few more minutes of delving into downtown London, they arrived at Mad Batter, the bakery that Liam had been raving about since he read that blog post about it. After ducking out of the car, Dan looked around for Liam but quickly realized his friend was already inside, probably drooling over the menu. He had to give it to him, Liam really liked good food.

The bakery was really cute, with fake tree branches hanging from the ceiling and marble tabletops and cases full of macarons, croissants, and (to Liam’s excitement) rows and rows of donuts. Seriously, there were so many different donuts, Dan had no idea how he’d be able to choose which one to get. After a few minutes of looking over the selection, he settled on a simple custard filled donut, while Liam chose to go for the peanut butter and dark chocolate flavored donut. After paying for their desserts, the two best friends sat down at a table for two that was tucked away in one of the bakery’s corners. Dan watched as Liam bit into his pastry and he could have sworn he saw the other boy roll his eyes back with delight.

“This is so fucking good, I think I just came.”

“Oh fuck off! I’m about to eat, you can’t say that.” Dan reached over the table to slap Liam’s arm.

“Once you try yours, you’ll see what I mean.”

Dan rolled his eyes and lifted his donut off the plate, making sure to get some of the custard when he took a bite. He started to chew, and suddenly understood why this place has five stars. “Damn, that’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”

“Right?” Liam said in between bites.

The two boys ate their desserts in silence, not wanting any distractions from the glorious donuts they were eating. Once they were done, they began talking again.

“Coming here was a really good idea.” Dan looked gratefully at his best friend.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Liam’s freckled face broke into a grin, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “What do you wanna do now?”

Dan gestured vaguely, unsure. “How about we just walk around and see what we find?”

“Sounds good to me,” Liam said while standing up from his seat in the turquoise chair, “Let’s go.”

The boys walked around aimlessly for a while. When they found themselves in Hyde Park, they decided to visit the rose gardens. Dan insisted on it. The sky was turning a beautiful shade of gold, and it cast a lovely filter over every flower. The friends ambled around, smelling all the different types of roses and taking in the scenery. Being here made Dan very glad that he didn’t have to go to tap class that night. He sat down on a bench in the middle of the garden, patting the seat next to him so that Liam would follow suit.

“Why don’t we do this more often?” Liam asked, still looking out at all the flowers.

“Because we spend all our time watching dumb YouTube videos and playing horror games.”

“Well I guess that’s pretty fun. But we should try to actually go outside more than just stepping out to get a pizza we’ve ordered.” Liam snickered. He went back into silence, and Dan could see that something had caught his friend’s eye. “Hey isn’t that...”

“What?” Dan questioned, not seeing anything at first. But then, as he adjusted his gaze to look further away, he caught sight of a group of about five boys. One of which was a tall figure with straight black hair. “You’re fucking kidding me,” Dan said, all life drained from his voice, “This actually has to be a joke.” Getting away from Phil was one of the reasons he was so excited to get the day off from dancing, so it was only fitting that his rival had to show up and ruin his night. He looked over at his companion, who was trying to keep himself from letting out a laugh. “This isn’t funny!”

“Yeah, but you do have to admit, this is the biggest coincidence to happen in the history of like, ever.”

“Well,” Dan said while standing up from the bench, “We should go before they come over here.”

“Agreed.” Liam had only seen Phil for very brief periods of time at Dan’s shows, but he’d heard enough ranting about the boy to memorize who he was when seen in a group of dancers onstage. The absence of colourful lights and costumes made Liam unsure of whether it really was Phil in the group, but once he neared the two best friends, his suspicion was turned into assurance.

As the two boys tried to discreetly escape the garden, Dan heard the voice that he feared he would hear. “Dan? Is that you? What a coincidence!” The disembodied voice exclaimed with false excitement. Dan pivoted around despite Liam’s suggestion to keep walking forward.

“What do you want, you prick?” The brown haired boy crossed his arms over his chest as the other four boys that were accompanying Phil laughed and playfully punched their friend’s arms.

“Yeah, prick.”

“What do you want, prick?”

“C’mon Phil, what do you want?”

“Ha!”

“Shut up, guys,” Phil commanded.

“Ooooh, he’s mad now, isn’t he!”

“All I want is to enjoy this nice evening with my friends, I can assume you feel the same?” Phil gave Dan a condescending smile. Dan wanted to punch him in the throat.

“Yeah, I do. So I’d appreciate it if you left.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware you had to have a reservation to be here, were you guys aware of this?” He briefly turned his head to look at his friends with feigned confusion, then turned back to look at the other dancer.

“Fuck off, Phil.” Dan started to lower his arms from their placement near his chest, balling up his fists. Liam, noticing this, touched his friend’s shoulder lightly, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you, aren’t you just so excited to hear who’ll be competing at Grasp with me?”

“You and I both know that I’ll be the one going to Grasp,” Dan hissed, “Thank you very much.” He watched as one of Phil’s friends tapped his shoulder, pouting. Dan guessed that this was to show they were bored of this quarrel and were ready to move on to something new.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to see about that, now won’t we? See you soon!” And with that, Phil and his friends walked past Dan and Liam, clearly making sure to bump into Dan’s shoulder while doing so.

Liam waited a few seconds after the group of boys was out of earshot until he spoke. “We should probably just head back to your place now, right?”

Dan sighed and looked over at his friend gratefully. “Where would I be without you?”

“Jail, most likely. I saw the way you balled up your fists just now.”

Dan laughed. “You’re probably right.”

“Oh honey,” Liam said as they started walking away from the rose garden, “I am right.”

“That’s not true! I have more self-control than you think I do.”

“So you’re telling me you wouldn’t have punched Phil just then?”

“Well, maybe…. Okay, yeah, I’d be in jail without you.” Dan burst into a fit of laughter as they continued down the path, their voices fading into the sounds of the city.

#phanfiction #phan #phandom #enemies to lovers #phanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #wildflowerhowell

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thatlovelygal · 5 years ago

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Long Post incoming

Let’s talk about what’s been going on with me lately, currently, and my future.

Lately: This weekend I went to a convention that I’ve been going to since it started. I had a good time it was three days and I cosplayed two out of the three days. Friday I was my regular self but this time with a wig, Saturday I wore the poodle skirt outfit from Fallout 76, an Sunday I was Lydia Deetz from the movie during the wedding scene.

Friday there wasn’t much to do besides the concert, the band was really fucking cool and the drummer was pretty cute. I ended up getting one of their shirts after the show and it had a double bar cross which I thought was funny because I had never seen one in person before.

Saturday was a long day but ended up being alright. I was on the verge of a panic attack for most of the day, and then I saw my asshole of an ex walking around which made everything worse. He doesn’t even like nerdy stuff so why was he even there? I truly think he was there to bug me, he went to a panel I was guaranteed to be at (Fallout themed) and he wore the same fucking “costume” he wore when we went together. He looked like a fucking dumbass then and he looked like an even bigger one this year. I went and at a local restaurant and it was one of the highlights for the day because me and my mom went to it with two guys we met at the con (as friends) and my ex kept walking around the outside of the restaurant I really hope he saw and it ate him up inside.

Sunday was my favorite day, I was a lot less panicky and I saw a lot less of my ex. The cosplay guests loved my outfit and a few of them asked for my picture! I kept getting asked for my picture or to take pictures with people and I loved it. One of the funnier things to happen was my mom commenting on me responding to people addressing me as Lydia, which I’m used to people calling me the wrong name all the time so I respond to nearly any name, but I was dressed as Lydia so of course, I would respond. When I was getting stuff signed I would have to mention my actual name (which is a pretty famous pop-culture name and I hate it because I got so much shit for it over the years) so to clear up confusion about my name I would say it then reference the pop-culture thing (if my name was Delilah I would have said something like: “Delilah yeah like Delialah from the Plain White Tees song”), when I was younger if you even referenced the thing I’m named after I would want to fight. At the end of the convention, I was sitting on some stairs waiting for my ride and a guy came up and started talking to me and my mom and asked for out social media because he thought we were cool and he wanted to make some friends, and of course, my ex walked by as I was handing the guy his phone back.

I cut my hair Sunday morning and now I have fucked up lopsided bangs but they worked for Lydia, I tried to dye my hair pink and purple Thursday but the blue in my hair wouldn’t strip all the way and majorly fucked up so I threw some brown over it and now I’m pretty fucking depressed I plan on bleaching it again in a few weeks and throwing the pink and purple in. I’ve been thinking about getting a perm so I can have curly hair but I’m not sure its a good idea with how processed my hair is.

Current:

I have a meeting with my counselor today and we’re going to talk a lot about college and I’m thinking about telling her about my interest in attending mortuary school. I’ve always been fascinated with death, I think death care is extremely important, and it’s something that I’m passionate about. The morbid doesn’t bother me and I think I’d be more comfortable near corpses than I would be living humans (although I know I’d need to interact with them too). The only hitch is there are no mortuary schools near me (the closest one is over 2.5 hours away) and I’m very squeamish although when I occasionally look at g*re I don’t get squeamish it only really happens with fake stuff or when talking about it, or if it’s my own stuff.

I need to email my teachers about putting them as refrences on an application to become a tutor and for a scholarship application, I also need to scan and upload my transcripts, as well as finish the essay. The scholarship application is due in 17 days (my birthday).

Wednesday I have a student government meeting and I need to ask if we need to wear a costume for the fall festival because if so I’m going as Lydia. I also need to figure out how much money I need to scrounge up to donate for our foster kid. I also need to gather up cans for the food drive. I think I might crochet some hats for our winter clothes drive.

I recently got health insurance again so I need to call Tricare and find out if I have dental and if so schedule an appointment for a dentist and see if I can get braces and if my insurance will cover them.

I reached out to two places of worship that I’m interested in attending and explained a bit of my situation and asked if they had any recommendations of books or other resources for me to learn more.

Upcoming:

I have three mid-terms coming up and I’m worried about them. I’ve decided I want to start stripping at my “local” strip club so I need to bring that up to my mother so that she can help me pick out some outfits and shoes, as well as my grandmother so she can drive me until I can get my own car.

If I strip I can pay for gas, save money, invest it, help the family out more, and pay for college and then maybe I could afford mortuary school. I’ve got a detailed plan for how I would handle the money that I would make stripping, it’s something I’ve really thought about. Although it’s funny because I want to dress more modestly (covered hair, no collar bones showing, no pants, long sleeves) and here I am dead set on becoming a stripper.

I plan on reaching out to a local funeral home and asking what steps I should take if I want to join the death industry. Is mortuary school needed or are there other things I could do?

I plan on completely cleaning up my new bedroom next week and finally getting off of the couch where I have been for 8 months. I want to get some wallpaper and use it as wallpaper, get some fabric and make me some new curtains, and I would like to get all new bedclothes. I want my bedroom to be the thing of pastel dreams.

This is way too long so I’ll go. I hope everyone is having a great day!

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Hey my dudes,This is a throwaway account because my brother follows me on my other account and I don't want him to see this.Basically, I just came back from a three month trip to New York (I live in Switzerland), where I was interning in a firm. I turned 18 in November and am a female. During my stay, I met this french guy and I think I really like him. This post is going to be about how to not freak out about our relationship. If it's too long just skip to the end where I put the questions I have.To give you some context, for some reason I get very very strong anxiety when I start talking to guys, whether I like them or not. It's not that I am shy but I think its more to do with the fact that I don't have much trust in dudes due to a few events earlier in my life. To give you a short recap, I was abused by my first boyfriend when I was 12.When I was 15, turns out the biggest male figure in my life, my dad, had been cheating on my mom for a whole year with her bestfriend when our family was going through a rough patch. It broke my family apart and I couldn't even be in the same room with him for 2 months. I didn't let him touch me (as in not even touch my arm) for a whole year after that. It wasn't that I didn't want to have a good relationship with him, its just he grossed me out so much, i didn't see him as my dad anymore and I didn't trust him in he least. Even though he's a really good dude (my parents are now back together and stronger than ever) for a whole year he was like the shell of someone I used to know and it hurt me a lot.When I was 16, I started dating the guy of my absolute dreams. I had had a proper crush on him for the past three years before we started dating and I was basically in love with him. after 2 months, we broke up because my anxiety was getting the best of me. I wouldn't go a week without getting a panic attack. I would live with my phone by my side anxiously waiting for his texts, and would jump to conclusions (like he doesn't love me anymore or he figured out I'm lame and found someone else) if he didn't answer me for a while. I hated myself and the person I was during that time. To be fair though he was really shitty at making me feel comfortable, I always felt like I had to be at the top of my game to be able to keep him interested.So fast forward to two years later (now). I haven't found anybody I like in a long time. A bunch of guys have been interested in me but over the past years but every time I start getting close to them I freak out and get super stressed and want to call off the plans and stuff. I think it might also be because I kinda force myself into relationships because I want to figure out my issues and be with someone so bad. Sometimes I think me freaking out is just my subconscious telling me to listen to myself and to realize I'm not actually interested in these guys. But then I met my New York dude. Him an I met on tinder (how romantic I know). I saw this one dude, he was a skater, French and witty, basically checking all my boxes. We matched and he texted me. We started talking and I thought he was so cool, I realized it would be dumb of me not to meet up with him just because I met him over the internet. So we meet up and we get high. The date goes ok, but it was a weird atmosphere, we were in his apartment and then his roommate came in and she was really judgmental and made me feel uncomfortable so I left. I did really like him though so I was pissed the date was lame. He texted me after asking me if I got home ok and saying that we should meet up again. In the following month we made plans many times and he kept on canceling, I had to swallow my pride to text him few times just because I didn't want to give up, but he kept on canceling so I felt like he didn't care. I'm usually the one that guys try to get and not vice versa so its was an odd feeling.Eventually, we end up hanging out on a friday. Before meeting up I was loosing my shit, I was so stressed out I could barely breathe. The fact that I knew I was leaving NY soon anyways calmed me down as I knew that if I fucked up I could just leave it behind me. He picks me up and we walk down to chinatown to buy him a new board. We talked about so much stuff and got along really well. We get pizza and then since I can't drink in bars in the US due to the age being 21, we go back to his place for a beer. I ended up spending the night with him and it was so nice. He held men his arms and told me about how he hadn't been so happy with a girl in a long time. I felt protected it was really weird. Like I've spent so many years building a shell around me and being as independent as I could be (I moved out of my parents' house when I was 15 to move from Spain to Switzerland etc..) and just being in his arms I felt like I didn't need to protect myself anymore because he would do it for me. I hadn't felt this way since I was a child. We ended up meeting up on Saturday as well and again, before meeting up with him I wanted to die I was so stressed. I felt as if my whole body was shaking. We went to get dinner and he told me about how he had told his friends he was seeing me after skating with them. This was new to me as all my past relationships had been secret, so for him to be so open about us was strange. Later on he even told his mother about me, and called me his girlfriend to her.We ended up meeting up basically any day we could to hang out. It was like there was no games between us, he told me straight out he cared about me and I did too, there was no "who's going to text first?" or "I won't tell him I like him or he'll loose interest" type bs. Just straight out caring for each other. However, I knew that the only reason I wasn't freaking out like I usually do is because I knew our story had an expiration date, and that the day I would leave NY that would be it. It was like a safety net. But I didn't want to leave him, not in the least. We ended up starting to talk about how he might be able to do a year abroad to Barcelona (where I'll be going to college next year) as he would still have a year of college left after his year abroad in NY (he usually goes to school in France) before finishing his studies. That idea made me so happy. The day I left, he gave me a ring he would always wear and that I knew he really liked and had a strong emotional attachment to. He said: "this ring was touched by everyone I care for, and I want you to have it." when I wouldn't take it he said I could just borrow it and give it back when we see it other again so that it acts as a symbol of our promise. It's too big for my fingers so I now wear it around my neck but I wouldn't take it off for the world.When i left NY, I thought we wouldn't see each other for at least 6 months, which meant we weren't going to stay exclusive for that whole time. We never talked about it but we always knew there was no point in staying together when we live so far away and we're still very young (I'm 18 he's 22). However we can't seem to let go, I went out yesterday for the first time since leaving for NY and I didn't even look at other guys, I just wasn't interested. When I got home we facetimed and we talked for a whole hour even though it was 5 am in Europe and 10pm in NY. We couldn't stop smiling. At one point I said: "Yeah it's kinda cool being able to say my boyfriend's in New York", I didn't mean to call him my bf but it slipped out, and he was really happy about it, he said he said that he really liked it that I called him that.I do have some worries about us thought, so here they are:He's coming home to France for Christmas and New Years, and I'm thinking about flying out to see him. He was the one who suggested I do so but he's only in France for 9 days and I know he wants to see his friends and family, the last thing I want to do is bother him and take up his time. I don't want him to see me as an inconvenient, so how can I ask him if he really wants me to come without making him feel like he has to answer that he does?If I am going to stay with him after NY, do any of you have any tips on how I can stop freaking out before seeing him? Or how I can deal with the stress of meeting his family and friends without getting anxious? I want my relationship with him to last but it can't if I don't figure my issues out.And lastly, how do I know if I really like him, or if I just like having a boyfriend? I think I really like him but when I think about the stuff I like about him it's not just stuff about him, it's also things like "I like the way I feel when he holds me close" or "I like the way he looks at me and how cute he looks when he laughs at something really funny" So how do I know? Any of you have ever been in this situation?If you made it through this essay thank you so much!! I really need some advice and since I can't talk about him to basically anybody I just kinda threw up my feelings on this page. Any advice is greatly appreciated via /r/dating_advice

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